Every time I meet someone obsessed with s**, I want them to die. I just do. They disgust me, just like s** does. I want to punch them straight in the face. I want to beat the s*** out of them. What pathetic, uninspiring wastes of space. Man or woman, I don’t care. F*** overtly s***** people. They have no idea what it’s like to go through life disgusted by all of it. I want them dead. I want them to suffer. They mean nothing to me.
