rotting away in their minds with their addiction to drugs as well causing psychosis fantasy worlds where they are the kings and queens of their world bossing everyone around playing punisher dictator every single f****** day of their life and using that as a crutch as their emotional regulation for a narcy psycho dyko and drunker way of Hollywood leppa’z and afflicted bong flogging the world down with a bottle of jd dickhead limited edition while forging a life from sitting flavedo a** cheese bulger bug b** rolls with maggots falling out on you a** lunches and dinners and breakfasts on the daily while their only church is their foo foo and a**-sniffing themselves while watching sitcomes lounging around all day low class secret lives of the terrible and awfulized self obsessed swammie culture binge eating fat slob eating lard and rubber chips every hour prideful about sitcom watching over 408 hours this week alone and you are a chip eating sloth judge jury and executioner to everyone who crosses paths with you. while you wave the banner of that 1 finger of self delusion in the ear middle f******** the f** holes of society, litting zipper bombs and fart bottle waffles all day long with your hot gas mouth and a** to deliberately create debarkles and tribulations for others to suffer to deflect their attentions away from the real you. that dark sided secret you. your face alone dumbs down society by more than 2 / 3rds and turds and its “look at me I am the king of fat slobs , with arrogant anti-social attitudes and look at your corn cobs stuck in your ears, a** and mouth for the past 10 years with the racid fresh water tuna your a** plucked out and the the one we slapped on your face cuz when you turn the other cheek you still look like a scally slob swamp monster trailer trash with a c** chowered cassarole from 6 years ago no wonder that relationship ran sower with what you bring to the table kiddo that c** cassole racid and old still stuck on your face clogging up your glasses the size of saucepan glass ware is hard to see you clearly to reflect a single thing you say . but there you go again. sniffing your own a** and woddling around and wobbling a jewish harp from your v***** all the way around with your teeth to toe nails so you can f*** at the same time while I been trying to do something sensible. well excuse me marked wonder you constipated walrus with a decomposing collapsing nasal’s and brain from all the cocaine you do and the falling out v***** that prolapsed down to your ankles to match your personality as saggy and soggy as a beached whale anyway since we divorced. sleazy breezy you at it again. challenge and trident pan handling m*********** must be hard between noodles and wet potato heads after your lazy c** flowing farts out your d*** and v***** since we divorced and still you want to drop that pregnant turd a line of snuff and take him out. you trans attic dreaming nil filo none hubcap h****** coward.
