Mouchette My Lovely Little Cum Bucket, How do I Hate Thee? Let Me Count The Ways...
I hate your stinky breath, your poxy skin, the smell of diseased cum on your sad and somewhat sorry excuse for tits. I hate that crap you churn out and try to claim as art, your pathetic obsession with suicide and death. I hate the morning glow of sunshine in your eyes, skid marks in your undies and at times you make me cry. I hate that pathetic whimping sound you make when I kick your bed, the head lice in your scalp, at times I want you dead.
Slag again