I Bet You Slobs Would Like an Update

Well fuck you!  I’ve got better things to do more typically involving the dangerous libation than the wasting of my time with the three subhumans that will actually ever see this.

Anyways.  Stuff.  Is.  Happening.  Not that you’d know, you fruit.  Get out of my house.  You and your mother.

You ask why?  You should be complaining “When?”

You disgust me.

You and your mother.

Like all women.

Get out of my house.