Stuff, Part II

Oof. Ok, I give up, I give up. You know, I wasn’t expecting the usual internet “style” of revenge. I mean I wasn’t expecting to open Instagram this morning with a message from Alex saying “WELL FUCK YOU TOO, FARTKNOCKER. I HOPE YOU TRIP AND FALL DOWN A SLIDE STUDDED WITH RAZOR BLADES INTO A VAT FILLED WITH CONCENTRATED COCA~COLA RECIPE, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF GOAT SMEGMA. GO SUCK THE BUSINESS END OF A REVOLVER YOU MINOR-ATTRACTED FAGGOT” or something like this.

No, instead, today I get THIS:

Oh, for the love of God! No! No!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

NO PLEASE! Anything but this! ANYTHING!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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