You know what? Fuck you. I’m so sick of your shit. Every time you open your stupid mouth, you need to stop, seriously consider what you are about to say, then don’t say it, because even if you think it sounds intelligent or funny to you, you’ve proven yourself completly unable to produce a single thought that is either, so do me and anyone else in earshot a favor and just shut your sound-hole. Stop laughing. I’m serious. Nobody likes you or cares about your asinine opinions. Every time you speak I want to shoot myself in the head; not because I want to kill myself (I’d much rather kill you first), but because I’m not totally sure that firing a gun next to my ears will sufficiently damage my eardrums to the point that I can no longer hear you. I’d much rather make sure that the bullet punctures both eardrums (and risk accidentally killing myself) than to take a change that I will have to listen to you finish you’re long, boring, pointless story. You have no redeeming qualities save the fact that you make everyone else seem to possess a Chuck Norris-caliber of awesome when compared to you. It terrifies me that you were produced by the union of two human-beings, that someone like you could potentially happen again, and that you have the slight potential to procreate and spread your genes. The only way I can keep that thought from driving me mad with fear and dread for the human race is to know that no one would ever sleep with you. So shut up, okay? Shut the hell up. Do yourself a favor and silence yourself. Be quiet. Shut your mouth. Stop making noise.
Nah, I’m just kidding. You’re alright.
Shhh,
-Zac
Thursday, December 31, 2009
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