If we kill everybody who hates you, it wouldn’t be murder, it would be an apocalypse!
A sharp tongue does not mean you have a keen mind.
Do you want me to accept you as you are, or lie to myself and try to like you?
I can tell that you are lying, your lips are moving.
I will defend, to your death, my right to my opinion.
I’d like to see things from your point of view, but I can’t seem to get my head that far up your ass.
You grow on people, but so does cancer.
You should do some soul-searching. You might just find one.
Don’t piss me off, I’m running out of places to hide bodies.