Originally Posted by Billy Bob Jenkins
It's okay, son. I will still be here for you when you are done with your awkward adolescence. That is a father's job.
If you see your mother, tell her I love her too, and forgive her for cheating on me with anything that moves.
Hey. This. Crosses. The. Line.
Son of a bitch, take that back. This is a place for mentally damaged people, like you, bastard. What kind of F U C K I N G place is this?
F U C K OFF, bastards sons of bitches.
Uh, and tell your daughter that the place she's working in it's not safe, she might not get paid for her work. I mean, that street corner is just too dangerous.
F U C K OFF FROM THIS F U C K I N G PLANET.
Save humanity from death. Kill yourselves.