I'm not angry.

Just sick of you fagging out the place.

You're like the stupid dog that keeps sh!tting on the floor. I don't hate dogs, but I'd take the floor-sh!tting dog out in the woods and then come back alone.

I wish someone would do that with you, you BB ruining dickbag.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames