If this were art, it’d be a pre-school finger painting. I’m in the big leagues and don’t entertain amateur foolishness.

🥱😴

The only thing needing popped are the large and infected boils plaguing your old, fatigued “body”

I don’t perform for anyone, Auntie TOM. The next time you speak to me in that tone of voice, there will be consequences and repercussions. Understand? Let me know if I need to use my Ebonics translator so it can update my words to broken, incongruent fragments for you 😒

The only factor associated with you is your journey as patient zero and how it has really benefited the scientific community by helping them come up with new treatments and hopefully a cure ☺️

Your life is just one big sundowning moment, isn’t it? As much time as you spend injecting things into your body and doing krokodil with other degenerates in Florida, I’m surprised a gator hasn’t chomped you up and devoured you while you’ve been passed out in front of your Everglades shanty

The only thing green is the contents of your colon due to your failing liver and green bile. Worry about that, patient zero, cause I will end you and put you out of your misery. Your slaughter shall be far more dignified than the rootless, transient existence you love.

I know you not talking to me. You’re clearly a psychopathic masochist because I will destroy you worse than the drugs and diseases have ravaged your frail, old, decrepit body.

First of all, you are not Ludacris. Second, get a chair to stand on, bitch, and I’ll say it all to your face—like Mimi, I’m here for it all! I shan’t be stooping down to your level, in the damn gutter with the rest of the riffraff and your ilk.

I’m always at peace—even when you’re trying to scale the gates to my neighborhood, you pathetic little drifter.

What in the world of pixelated fuck are you babbling about?! I guess that means you gave someone a tour of the collapsed walls of your busted down, broken temple. If you spent a fraction of time trying to better yourself and be a contributing member of society, you could enjoy your final days

Watch your tone when speaking to me because you’re lucky to even be doing so. I don’t make habits out of fraternizing with the local town bicycle, with your calloused, collapsed walls and all

Unlike you, I don’t need to use my body to attempt to get food and shelter. I say attempt because although you are a trick, you’re not very good. I can understand the reticence of the local, closeted Republican family man taking a stroll through your loose, scarred, collapsed walls

You don’t have any shoes that aren’t made from cardboard, you syphilitic tosspot

This is what happens when you sniffed markers in that inner city school you attended 65 years ago. Now please, go before I get angry.

You’re not like us. Carl and I are pillars of our communities, and you with your illiteracy, degeneracy, and rampant idiocy are what we call a blight on decent society. Don’t you ever fix your dry, cankered lips to speak on Carl ever again and you better watch your tone. Before you know it…💀

Did Amanda’s Klonopin take awhile to kick in cause she’s been just staring at the floor in this second half? #SummerHouse

Lmaoo

Are you having a stroke? You’re recycling your pathetic reads

You’re lucky to even be speaking to me, trash.

It truly makes my head hurt to reach such awkward syntax and broken English. When Europeans say English is a mongrel language, this is what they mean. But what could one possibly expect from the world’s oldest surviving lot lizard? What you are gonna do though is watch how at TF you talk to me 😒

I don’t really know you like that 😌

at that intersection, you don’t have a Mattel play phone either. Keep trodding around where you’re not wanted and you’re gonna lose your freedom too!!

Diamonds? Bless your pea-picking heart. We’ve told you countless times, that glitter you stole from Hobby Lobby are not diamonds but if that’s what you want to believe then go for it! Far be it from me to disabuse a drug abuser of their delusional machinations.