Drown yourself you worthless rot. If you ever insult me again and think you're going to get away with, you better just find a fucking gun and shove it up your ass because it'll be a quicker way of dying than what I'm going to fucking put you through you waste of oxygen.
This feels like opening a birthday present! I already like you.
What are you going to fucking put me through?
Also I am armed and dangerous.
Gustave Moreau. The Apparition. 1876. Oil on Canvas. Post-Impressionism.