Stu Jackson
The fact that this website exists is fucking incredible. Never in my life have I been so equally infuriated and amused by the ramblings of some cro-magnon, spray tanned, hairspray coated douche. Your picture makes you look like a rapist, and the fact that you get laid on a regular basis only indicates that you solicit the company of inebriated whores with the same crippling lack of intelligence and personality as yourself. Using the fact that you have sex frequently as an excuse for your absurd appearance and vacuous disposition only indicates an unhealthy and reptilian fixation on intercourse, which you must clearly value above your own fucking dignity. Your horrible blog, virtually empty save for a handful of entirely vapid comments, is a fitting metaphor for the howling blackness which I assume occupies the space between your ears, you hulking mass of insecurity. I truly hope that one day, you will finally come to an epiphany after gazing into the mirror and staring deep into the dark abyss of your soulless shark eyes, that you will finally comprehend the hideous nature of your twisted perceptions and values. Or get run over by several busses. Either way.
P.S.
Fuck you.
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