Bart Simpson is sleeping with your wife
Yes he is, you sorry piece of crap. Bart Simpson is sleeping with your wife. That's right. Bart Simpson is banging your wife. Your fucking wife. The woman who loves you, and vowed to be with you for ever and ever. She's fucking a cartoon character. And she loves it. She says he's so much better than you in bed. Yep, that's right, you pathetic turd. A cartoon character is better in bed than you. A ten year old cartoon character is better in bed with you. A clichéd, slingshot-carrying ten year old cartoon character is better in bed than you. A clichéd, slingshot-carrying ten year old cartoon character is better in bed than you with your wife. Don't try and tell me that you're actually gay, and single for that matter. I'm not falling for that shit. You're just in denial over the fact that a clichéd, slingshot-carrying ten year old cartoon character is better in bed than you with your wife, who you deny ever marrying, possibly because you're a hopeless amnesiac with a wife who cheats on you with cartoon characters. Who's up next? Fred Flintstone? Pikachu? It's all of them, because your wife cheats on you with cartoon characters, and you suck.
Yes she is, you stupid piece of shit. Your mother is a hooker. That's right. Your mother is banging random people. Your fucking mother. The woman who birthed you, and who stood by you your whole life. She's fucking become a prostitute. And she loves it. She says that her clients are far more likable than you. Yep, that's right, you pathetic turd. A random guy is more likable that you. A random guy paying your mother for sex is more likable that you. A random guy who probably has a history of murder and drug abuse and who is paying your mother for sex is more likable that you. A random guy who probably has a history of murder and drug abuse and who is paying your mother for sex is more likable that you and your mother is a hooker. Don't try and tell me that your mother isn't a hooker. I'm not falling for that shit. You're just in denial over the fact that a random guy who probably has a history of murder and drug abuse and who is paying your mother for sex is more likable that you and your mother is a hooker, which you completely deny, possibly because you're a hopeless amnesiac with a mother who fucks random guys, albeit likable random guys. for money. Who's up next? Your father? Your hot second cousin who you were always planning to rape? It's all of them, because your family is a pulsating mass of prostitution and perversity, and you suck.
Yes it is, you ridiculous piece of doody. Your dog is dead. That's right. Your dog has goddamn passed away. Your fucking dog. The animal who you love, and has no choice but to be with you for ever and ever until you give it away to the Pound. And it's dead. And it loves it. It says it's so much in Heaven than with you. Yep, that's right, you cheap poop. A dog is happier dead than in your care. A dog you owned is happier dead than in your care. A dog you owned is happier dead, never again to experience the beauty of life, than in your care. A dog you owned is happier dead, never again to experience the beauty of life, than in your care and it died of cancer. Don't try and tell me that there's no cure for cancer. I'm not falling for that shit. You're just in denial over the fact that a dog you owned is happier dead, never again to experience the beauty of life, than in your care and it died of cancer, which you deny being curable, possibly because you're a hopeless amnesiac with a dog who died only because you forgot to cure its cancer. Who's up next? Your cat? Your budgie? It's all of them, because you refuse to cure your pets' cancer, and you suck.
Yes you are, you gay piece of cowplop. You're gay. That's right. You're gay. Gay gay gay gay. Gay gay gay gay gay gay gay gay gay gay gay gay gay. You're gay. And you love it. Right now you're thinking how great it is being gay. Yep, that's right, you gay homo. You're gayer than everyone in every Gay Rights Parade ever. You're gayer than everyone in every Gay Rights Parade ever and Bart Simpson is sleeping with your wife. You're gayer than everyone in every Gay Rights Parade ever and Bart Simpson is sleeping with your wife and your dog is dead and your mother is a hooker. You're gayer than everyone in every Gay Rights Parade ever and Bart Simpson is sleeping with your wife. You're gayer than everyone in every Gay Rights Parade ever and Bart Simpson is sleeping with your wife and your dog is dead and your mother is a hooker and you're gay. Don't try and tell me that you are actually gay. I'm not falling for that shit. You're just in denial over the fact that your wife is being fucked by a cartoon character and your pets are dying of cancer and your mother fuck random guys YOU'RE GAY, which you completely deny, possibly because you're a hopeless gay amnesiac who's really really fucking gay. Who's up next? Derren Brown? Stephen Fry? It's all of them, because you're gay, and you suck.
