guess what?

what?

no, guess.

72.

what the fuck are you talking about?

i don't know. you're the one that made me guess something that i had no fucking idea what i was guessing about.

shut up, scott. you're such an asshole.

you shut up, scott. who the fuck do you think you're talking to fuckhole?

you, you fucking prick.

if you ever talk to me like that again whenever i'm having a conversation with myself in my own fucking head, i will come back and kill every last one of your family members and burn your fucking house down. do you understand? i will fucking double karate chop your ass right in the neck and then when you're all bent over and shit, i'll fucking knee you right in the nose and cave in your fucking nasal cavity. and then i'll walk up casually and deliver two crushing blows to both collarbones with my elbows and those fucking clavicles will rip up through your skin and you'll fucking scream like the pussy you are and you'll all be standing there with your fucking collarbones all sticking out and shit.

fuck you.

no, fuck you.

whatever.

don't even get me started,



scott


don't even get me started,


scott


p.s. happy birthday, mark. you're the best.