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I love how trolls like you get to slime all the way in from Moscow to tell us how we’re all all-or-nothing. Love it all the way to fucking hell and back, comrade.

But my *n0t* having kids decreases my particular stain on this planet by about a bajillion percent— i.e., when this human waste-o-rama that is me is gone there won’t be generations of me-clones waste-a-rama-ing in my precious name. So please get stuffed.

Sounds like garden-variety FOX/GOP propaganda, right up there with “The left hates Christianity,” “The left wants wide-open borders,” and “The left won’t let ‘us’ say ‘Merry Christmas.’”

They lost me in the first Holland Spider-Man movie when it became beyond apparent that the dialogue-- from everyone-- was going to copy beat for beat RDJ’s delivery as Tony Stark: tic-tic-tic-twitchlaugh, tic-tic-tic-twitchlaugh. (Kind of like waiting for the awful short-line rhymes in later-day Paul McCartney “hip”

Yeah, especially with Peter Parker now being some sort of Iron Man/Spider-Man combo platter. Uh huh. Sure.

Okay: fuck you. Also: Concrete Blonde, “True”: “When I’ve had enough/I’ll get a pickup truck/And drive away/I’ll take my last ten bucks just as far as it’ll go,” which means that I’m assuming that this fucking idiot waste of time mess that was my life will end either with turtles and crayfish eating my eyes and the

Yep. I started and pre-stopped with the idea of that episode. If I want to be shocked and sickened like that I can go to work and get paid to read court cases. Even thinking about watching something like that as part of my limited recreational time makes me want to swat the producers of “Black Mirror” with a steel

So the fucking Republicans get a pass because we couldn’t POSSIBLY expect THEM to say anything: It’s all the Democrats’ fault. Also, fuck you.

At least it was parked... and not 30,000 feet off the ground.

On said kajillionth mention of fucking Gilead (that fucking trope has kicked Margaret Atwood off my reading list for this and any subsequent eternities), I’ll simply say that I’ll be first in line for a fatal overdose of PCP and shut the fuck up. Whoops, wait: There was never, under any circumstance, any risk of my

“Below mediocre.” Have a nice “fuck you,” you fucking troll. Nice placement of your comment, though: gotta bury that shit super deep in the thread, like plutonium.

Of course, once they’re post-born, said former fetuses and their incubators will be chucked out with the trash. Fuck old white men. Fuck ‘em right in the eye.

“Awareness.” Sure. Excuse me while I go hit myself in the head with a fifteen-pound dumbbell. That will surely make me “aware” of said fifteen-pound dumbbell, correct?

Yeah. Jennifer, I consider movies a form of entertainment. I find the idea of “multiple brutal rape scenes” in a movie about as entertaining as having my toes pulped with a sledgehammer. Fuck you and your movie, too.

Naw, anything that can kill me in less than a day without going through the whole old-fuck-in-the-hospital meat grinder is cool by me. Just keep out of the vomitorium splash zone, kids, and chuck me down a hole when it’s over.

The thing never looks menacing. It only ever looks like a colossal piece of shit.

What President? Where? All I can see is a slimy, self-satisfied, sociopathic, treasonous shitbag.

I don’t care if he “earned” it. That ginger toad-ode to toxic sincerity makes more money in every hideous playing of “Shape of You” or “Thinking Out Loud” than I will make in the next five years. I detest the little fucker.

Wow, that was a fuck of a lot of useless words.

Howzabout you take your “nevers” and shove ‘em up your nethers, troll?