I just burned myself on the toaster oven trying to cook those pasties, and I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE, not until I took a fucking PICTURE of my GODDAMNED HANDS. And then I said, "Ouch. That hurts". NO SHIT, SHERLOCK! And see now, this is why I must check myself back into Sacred Heart's Psych Facility. For no-FUCKING-good reason. That I can SEE, right now... Because I am hurting MYSELF over YOU.
AND OVER MY FAMILY, WHO LOVES ME, AS WELL. And they, unlike you, are actively HURTING ME, TOO. I'D SAY IT'S ABOUT 50/50 AT THE MOMENT. You like those odds, Spider-man? I sure don't.
P.S. I'm not MAD at you, but I do want to "SHAKE" you. Because now, oddly enough, YOU OWE ME ONE! ;)
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