Just shut the fuck up. Nobody fucking cares about your stupid, inane weekend doings. The fucking Highlander is a shit bar and your fucking jock friends are below contempt.
Also, I really, really don't care about you. You people aren't my friends. You're hardly even acquaintances. If you died tomorrow, I wouldn't be sad. I wouldn't be happy. I'd never think about you again.
In fact, I never even think of any of you now unless your stupid face is flapping it's stupid fucking lips near me. And then all I think is that you're a fucking fucktard and I wish I had a piece of land on which to grow weed and food. You'd never see me again.
I know I said I didn't invite you to my wedding because there's no space, but the real reason is that I can't imagine spending the most important, joyful day of my life near any of you. You're a bunch of idiot cunts and this blog post is the last few seconds I'll ever spend thinking about you.
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