Considering the abuse I've taken from all you shits, who's in my sights now? Maybe it's you, asshole. Or you. You think I forgot you? Why don't you call the fucking police again?
P.S.: Don't need a gun, either. Strangulation is much more satisfying. Bitches & bastards, all of you dead!! No one tells me what I may or may not type, gawddam you all, no one!!!
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You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to have an attorney present while you are commenting. If you cannot afford an attorney, you are "Shit Outta Luck" (SOL). Anything you type here can & may be used against you in a court of law or in a personal "beat-down" administered by a staff member or "associate" of this "web log."
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