To The Bastard in Denmark…

I hate you and although I've never met you, I think you are the ugliest piece of skum sucking parasitic fecal mass that's ever been born. The thought of you makes me want to jam my finger down my throat to get the taste out of my mouth and my eyes bleed from the anger you've placed in my head.

I wish you would get hit by a car and die.

Why do I hate you?

You used MY credit card number to buy shit. I don't know where you got it, from one of my many internet transactions maybe? Was it a random guess? It does not matter, whatever you bought is shit and was not worth the pain and frustration it caused me. I hope you die.

Signed,

Chris

P.S. I hope you catch some sort of flesh eating bacteria that kills you slowly and you die a horrible, tormenting, violent death. Everything is too good for such a parasitic life form, fucking die.

October 17, 2007 · Filed Under Offline

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