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God damn it all to fucking hell.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck.

It’s like a god damn episode of “Full House”. Like, when there are two things in your life that are going on and they’re somehow connected, and then in half an hour, everything makes sense and one problem solves the other? Well, these problems don’t solve each other, but they just keep perpetuating. PERPETUATING! GAAAAH!

You had the same teacher I did, didn’t you? Or, maybe you just naturally learned to code like a FUCKING MORON ASS FUCK!

God. Damn. Fuck. FUCK.

I said I wasn’t going to fuck around with your layout, but then I did. I knew I shouldn’t. But I did. And now it’s fucked up and I can’t fix it because you don’t know how to code.

It’s like a game on “Fear Factor”. I’m sticking my hand in a bucket of puke every time I try to fix this site. Or something. Basically, I am equating your code to puke! PUUUUKE!

You know what? Fuck you.

Fuck you. I don’t care anymore.