How annoyed can you get? I don't know. Guess. Disappoinment breeds anger, hatred and loathing.
You lousy turd. You lousy, stinking, putrid lump of faecal matter. You don't deserve to exist.
I have one little wish for this pathetic planet. It's a giant bowl of over-ripe tomatoes that ought to be tipped into a cesspool because it can't get any more rotten. Damn you. Damn you. Damn you.
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