Really dude? That's what you're gonna go with? A typo?
I mean, if I were going to attempt to insult you, I'd probably begin at the beginning: by inferring that your mother got sodomized by your uncle and nine months later you came out in a diarrhea afterbirth. You were raised in abject squalor, but it was the best Mommy could do when the menfolk would only offer handfuls of nickels to shove objects into her vagina, and she didn't really have any other marketable skills. As time passed by and you grew up into a young man, you found that it really wasn't worth any more than those spare nickels to fist your own mother, but you paid it anyway because let's face it: action's action.
By the time you were old enough to make your own way in the world, you'd tasted a lot of semen. It tasted like the affection of a man, and it made you whole since you'd barely known your daddy. Sure sometimes they hit you, but that was just their way, and deep down you knew you deserved it.
College was a tough period for you. Mostly because it's hard to get accepted when you lack the genetic material requisite for critical thought. Not really your fault, though. I mean, your dad was your uncle, after all. Just thinking about him reminds you of all those times he'd read you stories at bedtime, and how he'd always kiss you on your forehead goodnight, mostly because he was afraid you'd snowball him if he kissed your lips or cheek. You remember the way your torn little baby anus tingled when he'd give you that goodnight kiss? Is it tingling right now as I end this post and you float away into fantasy? I bet it is.
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