   He has guts. I'll give him that. Everytime I see him I think, "You say one thing and I am going to be ON you like stank on a poop wagon." He doesn't know my name but I know his and I hate it. He has guts to say something like "Everyone with a vag take 10 steps back." or "You're women, we're men, you do what we say." How do I explain hate? I want to stab his eyes out with a pen. I want to dunk in a vat of radioactive goo and hot chocolate mix. You know you hate someone when you're fist tightens everytime you see him. You know you hate someone when you compliment him only on how dastardly he is. I hate someone. And it's a bad feeling. It always is. |
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