Perhaps triple-option football bores you. Or perhaps you like any form of consistency.
What the öööö sort of explanation is this? Who the öööö is this moron talking to? Is he asking the reader a question? That is the kind of garbage you write when you've already finished writing the first three guys on the list and exhausted your hot-as-öööö takes. Well, I can lend him one more.
I thankfully do not know you personally, Mr. Sukapoof, but I mean this in the most personal way possible: Because your crimes, in this single "article" alone, against the written word and coherent thought are so abhorrent and witless, I hope with as much sincerity and animus as I am capable of that tomorrow you mistakenly walk into a women's restroom and the sight of your repulsive visage so horrifies a young girl that she screams as though she is being murdered, which would be preferable to being in your presence. I pray that her ear-piercing shriek draws the attention of several large and angry hillbillies and upon seeing your repugnant, morally reprehensible face, they set upon you with a rage so fierce, a hatred so pure and powerful that, in addition to the indescribable physical anguish you experience as they beat you with every ounce of strength they can summon, their raw disgust inflicts an agony upon your mind and soul which begins to physically warp your brain until chunks of it are finally torn free by the jagged, yellow, broken teeth of a 300lb man wearing only overalls named Junior JR. If any justice has ever existed in our world, the last information you will know and understand, before your skull is cracked open on a filthy Walmart floor beneath the grotesquely deformed foot of a man who can only achieve orgasm with his grandmother's rancid panties stuffed into his mouth, is the realization that you
deserve this and that dying in incomprehensible torment is the only positive thing you have done in your inexcusably long existence. Just before the life finally leaves your vile body, I hope that you will hear as the air escapes your skull through a massive gash over your ear and that you understand that sound to be the universe sighing with relief to be rid of you, at last.
