Where's your sidekick? Eat me, fucker.

Here I am minding my own fucking business, drinking my nightly bottle of wine (don't judge mother fuckers), and I see a post by J-fucking-Wunder. This fucking asshole has the audacity to ask me where in the fuck I've been and if I want him dead or some shit.

Are you fucking kidding me, cock licker? Do you know how much of a fucking little bitch you sound like? Is your fucking vagina bleeding out? The begging is seriously unbecoming. The only thing less attractive than a grown-ass man begging, is a cockless grown-ass man.

You say that you miss it when I make you look like a vagina? Pretty sure you've nailed that one on your own, twat. Seriously capitan chode-face, stop acting like a hatchet wound. Pretty sure your cock has reverted back to the size of a 4-year-old boy, because you're acting like such a little bitch. And don't try telling me that "it's not the size of the boat" bullshit, because you can't get to China very quickly in a fucking dingy.

You want to know where I've been? Maybe I've been fucking busy? Maybe I have a real job? Maybe I've started my own blog, where I'm going to make millions and not buy you even a fucking drink.

In all honesty, part of the reason is because you released my picture on the fucking blog. We had one agreement when I starting writing for the blog: don't show my fucking picture. And then you go and post this shit:

Yeah, this fucking shit caused such a fucking ruckus on Facebook that I thought it would end in bloodshed. Pretty sure, that bitch cried herself to sleep every night for a week. All because there was an argument about whether looks or personality wins. Obviously 99.5% of people who say personality are fugly. Case and point with Facebook bitch.

And then you call me a Cunt 50 times. Is 50 your magic number? Do you really think that shit offends me? I mean, I think the only person who uses the word CUNT more than I do, is you. But you want to see me be a Cunt? I Googled your name and check out the shit that came up. WOW.

You miss the abuse? Bring it, fucker. Bring it.

XOXO,

Ball Buster