Why does that Jewy faggot cuntface of a longhaired faggot have to block my car out in the parking lot. I really hope his wife cheats on him and gets AIDS. I hope his baby grows up and nobody at school likes him. I hope someone throws battery acid all over his wife’s pussy.

So it looks like it’s going to be an amazingly beautiful day out today. I’m at work. Today is payday. We got some gas in the car, we got a fresh pack of cigarettes. The sun is shining bright. FUCKIN BRIGHT! I don’t think a person could be more happy to be alive than me right now. As a matter of fact, I think I may go into the men’s room and jerk off all over myself. I love the smell of sperm all over my hands at work. I wonder if priests, and other people in that profession, the profession of boy-fucker, do what they do because they enjoy the smell of sperm all over their hands while they’re at work. I imagine if I were a priest and I was stuck in that sterile environment all day reading the same fucking book over and over and over and over and lighting candles I would want to have the smell of sperm all over my hands. The only way to do that would be to have some little boy come over and take my “body of Christ” into his little mouth and then just as I’m about to blast a divine load of DNA all over the little kid’s Spiderman shirt I would take it out and blast it all over my own hand like ooooooooh and shit.

I can’t imagine what could be less interesting than Michael Moore’s new movie. The new Spiderman movie? That new Cure record? My life in general?

Okay, I should get back to work, it’s beautiful here today. Really!

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