what utter bullshit is this, I ask you?? I have never wanted to kill my fellow humans any more than now, in the midst of selling this damned car. what the fuck. I NEVER PULL THIS SHIT. if I deem to engage in a transaction with an individual (nay, or anyone who isn't a mammoth, burgeoning, hideous corporation) I have this niggling little desire to respect their status as a HUMAN FUCKING BEING. not so with the two separate and distinct non-car-buying bitches. and now this fuckballs asshole. SORRY! YOUR SIXTY BUCKS DOWN THE TUBES! HAHAHAHA! I hereby swear to god that if ANY of these absolute shithead cockforging dicknoses ever crosses my path with my foreknowledge, I will KILL THEM. like seriously KILL. all that kill shit. eusophagus: gone. spleen: I'll eat it. what the fuck ever. I want them DEAD.

YOU JUST DON'T DO THAT TO PEOPLE.

ok yeah. I'm going to bed. more later when I have some sort of non-flagrantly-pissed-off-and-murderous emotion to express. fuck you. talk later. bye.

-fish

Take some time and relax man, you were out 60 bucks, aw poor little you but to threten to kill people because of that well may you have a MUCH bigger problem then being out 60 bucks. You have a mental issue wich should be addressed by professionals or maybe by the cops, wich one would you preffer?

yes well good work taking it all out of context, mr. Relax. the loss of the sixty bucks was indeed a factor in a rather large shitstorm that did, in fact, make me want to kill. the truth, however, is that I did not kill anyone in the end. suprise! impressed, are you? I mean if I had a nickel for every person that talked about committing one atrocity or another on the internet, who then subsequently went out and did exactly what they said, and I would be RICH RICH RICH RICH RICH. like that song by the yeah yeah yeah’s. yeah.

-fish