Oh my goodness. Dancing? We can’t have them doing that. Not unless their feet bleed. I’m not kidding. I want their nails….ripped. Pouring blood like a river flowing out of the Grand Canyon. I want to see tears of pure agony . I want them to suffer. I want this to happen…(its my fantasy) on the Eve of their child’s wedding. I want them to know. Hell. True hell. but no warning is to take place. Its to. Just….happen. Or on Halloween . Oct 31.
