You have the sex appeal of Norman Fell.

I hope you have a miscarriage on a Walmart floor and have the baby's room already decorated.

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

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.

I don't wear rubbers cause you can't catch it twice.

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.

While There may be power in forgiveness, there is even more power in lobbing a Molotov cocktail through someone's dining room window.