Special K wrote:You are about as riveting as the local news bIMbO you stole your take from.
It saddens me to see you take a genuine tragedy and use it to score points against the Grifter. A child is dead, you soulless ghoul. A lifetime of opportunity cut short and all you want to do is call me a doo doo poopy head? How about you take five goddam seconds and mourn the loss of what could have been? According to movies I've watched, this kid was destined to write mathematics equations for NASA, for fucks sake. Now our rockets are going to fall out of the sky for no good reason simply because she wanted some shitty dipping sauce. That's not a crime. Hell, that's not even a mistake.
There is not a single fucking thing wrong with wanting some tangy and sweet astroglide-consistency goop for her deep-fried breaded chicken pulp! Fuck, this goes beyond her even wanting the sauce. She NEEDS that sauce. With those fucked up chiclets she'll be lucky to masticate a spongy nugget into small enough pieces to swallow safely. Applying lubrication is absolutely NECESSARY. She's got a goddam disability, you cold hearted shitheel. In fact, you're probably happy the little retard is dead. You would have killed her in the womb, given the chance, wouldn't you?
You sicken me.