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12/15/11(Thu)14:49 No.120742065>>120741543 >hating on black olives
I
don't give a fuck who you are or where you live, you can count on me to
be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I'll put you in
so much fucking pain that it'll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in
the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I
don't give a fuck how tough you are, how well you can fight, or how many
fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I'll fucking show up at your
house when you aren't at home. I'll turn all the lights on in your
house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close
it, and turn on your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You're
going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple,
and you'll have a fucking heart attack. You'll go to the hospital for
heart operation, and the last thing you'll see when you're being put
under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed as a
doctor. When you wake up after the operation, you'll be scared for
your fucking life, wondering what I did to you while you were being
operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting
to go off. You'll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you
walk out the front door of that hospital to go home, I'll run you over
with my fucking car out of nowhere and kill you. I just want you to know
how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but
how I'd rather go to a great fucking length to make sure your last
remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It's too
fucking late to save yourself, but don't bother committing suicide
either... I'll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you
bitchfaced faggot. Welcome to hell, population: you. also you look funny |