Nobody -- NOBODY -- would've stopped me lunging for his throat
If I end up in actual, literal Hell after I, like Waring Hudsucker, have merged with the infinite, this will be the entertainment.
A seven-hour Dane Cook show, every day, for eternity.
Labels: douchebaggery, I'd rather take a beating, Stab stab stab stabbity stab, the horror ... the horror
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