You little ♥♥♥♥, your in it now. You go around and you talk about this and that, things nobody gives two ♥♥♥♥♥ about. I could punch you in the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nose and you wouldn't even register it because your stuck in your own little fantasy, always in lala land in your sick, perverted mind. I mean seriously, do you ever think about anything other than what your gonna spank your monkey to next? You act like a your a sexual deviant on the internet, like your feminine traits are your most defining. News flash, there is nothing feminine about you, and you've never even KISSED someone for Christs sake. And for another thing, your voice? Quit talking like your mom is sleeping right next to you and you've eaten nothing but soylent your entire life. In case it wasn't obvious, my hatred for you runs deeper and hotter than the fire in the Earth. No matter how much flair i put in my words, no matter how descriptive I may make my language, I will never, EVER in a million years be able to fully convey just how hot my hatred for you is. I will have your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ head. There will be blood.