Dear Disgusting Train Traveller,
Are you suffering from a bout of temporary paralysis?
No?
Are you sure?
Okay, then stop staring at me. I never did fancy exopthalmic goitre to be a person's best trait ever.But you have changed my views on that completely.
First off, you are of the wrong sex to be staring at me.Secondly, you are just plain ugly.Does you wife always insist on putting a paper bag over you face while making love to you?Or does she like playing "Pretend-you-are-Brad-Pitt" kind of kinky games?
Ohh, the latter one is correct, eh?And you believed her every single time she did "it" with you?Well, then not only are you ugly, you are also downright stupid.
Ohh, don't cry now.Things will get better when you die.People in Hell are infintely more humane than we are.And think of the wonderful things you will get to do there.You will have the pleasure of boiling George Bush's testicles(tell me if he has any) and then you can get to play "Pretend-I'm-Brad-Pitt" kind of games with him.That might just about atone him for his sins.
Did I hear you right?You are feeling suicidal after having this little talk to me and you want to jump off this train?Well then, pick a nice spot and don't come under a train going the other way.It'll just inconvenience other passengers waiting for that train.
And I almost almost forgot my manners:
Have a nice day, douche bag.
No?
Are you sure?
Okay, then stop staring at me. I never did fancy exopthalmic goitre to be a person's best trait ever.But you have changed my views on that completely.
First off, you are of the wrong sex to be staring at me.Secondly, you are just plain ugly.Does you wife always insist on putting a paper bag over you face while making love to you?Or does she like playing "Pretend-you-are-Brad-Pitt" kind of kinky games?
Ohh, the latter one is correct, eh?And you believed her every single time she did "it" with you?Well, then not only are you ugly, you are also downright stupid.
Ohh, don't cry now.Things will get better when you die.People in Hell are infintely more humane than we are.And think of the wonderful things you will get to do there.You will have the pleasure of boiling George Bush's testicles(tell me if he has any) and then you can get to play "Pretend-I'm-Brad-Pitt" kind of games with him.That might just about atone him for his sins.
Did I hear you right?You are feeling suicidal after having this little talk to me and you want to jump off this train?Well then, pick a nice spot and don't come under a train going the other way.It'll just inconvenience other passengers waiting for that train.
And I almost almost forgot my manners:
Have a nice day, douche bag.
This entry was posted
on Wednesday, January 26, 2005 at 7:36 PM.
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