Why don’t you head over to Fuck Right the Fuck Off Lane, hang a left on Mind Your God Damned Manners Circle, and enjoy a contemplative snack on the Grassy Area adjacent to No one asked for your fucking tired “maybe if you got laid you wouldn’t be just one more annoying bitch using her mouth for all the wrong reasons” Rhetoric Cemetery.

God. If you’re going to attempt to seem clever, you would be wise to grow an imagination.