Puppets don't get to have opinions, so shut the fuck up!!!
I can't believe it, where did I go wrong? I worked hard, I earnt my weekend, I slept & then I got drunk, but where has my inner hatred of mankind gone? It's decided to take the night off, I'm actually smiling & laughing & all that other girly shit, it makes me sick.
It's like my inner hatred was having a piss in a public urinal & a hatred with a bigger penis came & stood next to it, yeah stage fright, that's what it must be.
You muppets must know what it's like, similar to when you ugly cunts pick up a chick who is way out of your league & she agrees to take you home. One thing leads to another, she lies down naked in front of you, but you get too excited & spray your load all over the walls & ceiling, it's a little embarrassing. Oh well, what can you do? Just hold your head high, give her your number & lie to her by saying you'll do better next time.
Anyway, it's obvious that me & my inner hatred of mankind have a lot of soul searching to do, we've let ourselves down. So it's best you muppets fuck off & let us get through this tough period of mourning, we need to grieve.