'I'm going to stab you in the eyes with a dirty syringe.'
Just make sure it's a loaded gun, I replied, 'otherwise I'm going to ram a suppository up your ass. A lethal dose.'
'Just be careful,' said the faggot.
He wanted to share some gay porn with me.
'Hope you don't find it weird.'
Well I find it fucking weird with a guy who refuses to show his face on a web call.
'But they'll see me.'
Who will see you?'
The aliens.
Now come on, I said, you just didn't want to see me.
You were too scared I was going to spray paint you with a Duromine shit.
Listen, your business is your business, but when you impose your pathetic values on me, I'm going to break into your apartment and shit in your shower.
Then I'll send you another invoice on top of the already $5000 you owe me.
Yeah, I can play tough cunt too.
You really are from the means streets of Manchester where you got bullied for wearing dresses to school.
I know you always told your close friends to call you Joanne.
But that is still no excuse to fuck with people who are off their faces on prescription medicine.
That makes you the biggest cunt under the sun.
May you snort some ketamine and get a brain aneurism.
Maybe your poetry readings will be better, just make sure you play up the drooling and losing your bowel movements in the live recordings.
I'll even facilitate it, for free.
