I'm at a point now, where I'm hoping I'm wrong and a God exists. So that when these assholes die, their God can tell them how fucking wrong they were about everything.
I call it Imaginary Schadenfreude.
A tripod huh?
Engter
I'm at a point now, where I'm hoping I'm wrong and a God exists. So that when these assholes die, their God can tell them how fucking wrong they were about everything.
I call it Imaginary Schadenfreude.