God, do I hate my little fat tits. You ever pinch your little meat tits and wish you were dead? You ever just stand naked in the mirror. "You little fat-titted mediocre failure!" You ever do that for 3 hours on New Year's Eve.

And while all of your friends are grieving at your wake, I hope the sprinkler system turns on and sprays them with AIDS, hepatitis C and liquified genital warts. And while they're all running out and crying, I hope one of them slips and accidentally molests a child.

You have the sex appeal of Norman Fell.

Get a in clothes dryer with Magic Johnson and some razorblades.

I couldn't get laid with a sitcom and a rifle.

God, I hope he dies the night before one of his kids get married.

I'm embarrassed for us as a free society that we actually want people punished for saying things we don't like.