FUCK YOU, YOU GREASY FUCKING CUNT. YOU PATHETIC, ATTENTION-WHORING, INDECISIVE SACK OF SHIT. DIE. DIE IN A FIRE. DIE IN A CARBON MONOXIDE LEAK. THANK GOD I NEVER HAVE TO ROOT FOR YOUR SORRY ASS, YOU FUCKING TITFISTER. NOW MY SEARING HATE FOR YOU IS FOREVER PRESERVED, ENSHRINED IN THE DEEPEST BOWELS OF MY PITCH BLACK SOUL, IN WHICH I DREAM NIGHTLY OF YOU RAPED WITH A HEDGE TRIMMER. MY HATE FOR YOU IS NOW IMMORTAL. I HOPE YOU GROW INDIFFERENT TO A LIFE OUT OF THE SPOTLIGHT, AND TAKE TO THE CELEBRITY POKER CIRCUIT AND ARE HORRIBLE AT IT. YOU FUCK.
(Oh, and Jim Johnson died today. Jim Johnson was awesome. Take a cue Favre about learning how to exit the stage gracefully.)