I hope you slip in a puddle of AIDS and crack your head open

I hope you slip in a puddle of AIDS and crack your head open

What's the name of the birth defect you have, trampled by a horse during the 2nd trimester?

You 50 year old one-breasted bag of meat. Just hang it up and be grateful some of your friends are still living.

I hope you accidentally drink leukemia at a picnic.

From now on, anyone raped at Penn State should just tell Joe Paterno's statue. It couldn't help you any less than the real Joe would have.

People are just self-centered-it's all about them. And we're telling people it's okay to be 'all about you' because you're a victim and it's not your fault. That's why society has gotten more and more belligerent and selfish.