Jesus christ, Jerry. Everyone hates you. And you know it. And you even hate yourself. Nobody likes you, except a black smurf with glaucoma that yer Dad had the foresight to put out of it's misery before it had the chance to really understand the horrible situation it was about to get into, being with you. Your cats hate you. God hates you, or he would have let you die by now. I suggest you move to Kansas and buy a barn in the middle of nowhere and lock yourself inside. And weep for yourself. And pray for a tornado.
