I declare jihad on you! May your salad be covered in dingleberries. May your ass grow ever wider. May your false bravado be crushed in a stream of your own tears. May you choke on a chicken bone and claw your way half-way out of your office where I will walk over your rotting corpse. May you be discovered as disingenuous kiss-ass that you are. May your car crash into a telephone pole resulting in minor injuries and a large increase in your insurance premium. I just really, really despise you. You are not a nice person. Just a bullshit artist with no talent. Kiss my ass. Honestly.
Declared by Crenshaw on Friday, July 1, 2016