Dear FatFuck,
If I had to choose between a day with you or a lifetime with the Westboro Baptist clan…Well, I’d learn a lot about Jesus.
Some people are like a thorn in my side that needs to be carved out, burned down to ash, scattered into the ocean and eaten by an octopus.
Which gets made into a sushi dish.
And then gets eaten by a really ugly and vile person.
Then gets thrown up into a public toilet.
Which gets made into a sushi dish.
And then gets eaten by a really ugly and vile person.
Then gets thrown up into a public toilet.
Dear FatFuck,
I don’t know what you’re planning, but I’d rather cut my limbs off than take you back.
Dear FatFuck,
Maybe if you had opened your mind half as much as your legs, you’d see how much oxygen you’re currently wasting.
Dear FatFuck,
“OMG! How do you stay so skinny??”
I’m okay with parking more than 10 goddamn spaces away from Walmart.
Dear FatFuck,
When you borrow shit that isn’t yours, you return it as you found it. This includes the gas level in a car you inconsiderate fuck.
