You think you’re tough? You think you’re cool? Think again. You’re nothing but a little overweight bitch sitting behind his 300 dollar laptop typing away while munching down on your cool ranch flavored doritos with your greasy unwashed arthritis hands. You’re nothing but a waste of oxygen molded to your gaming chair in your recently deceased bitch-mom’s basement hoping to get sucked into your monitor while watching pirated anime, licking the screen and chewing on your 8th hamburger with your unbrushed and rotten teeth. I will actually fucking kill you if I ever find you in real life. No this is not a funny internet moment. I am legitimately threatening you with death and actively searching for your details on the internet. This is a confession that is fully usable during my court hearing when I’m standing trial for inflicting 7 stab wounds into your chest and strangeling you with my bare hands, breaking your trachea in the process. I will go to prison for the rest of my life but it is all worth it because I rid the world from the lowlife obese worm that it you.