Date number 1 from last night:
My grandmother used to say "if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all."
With an IQ of a tree-stump, a demeanor of an ogre, and the breath of a dog, this douche bag deserves to be dipped in honey and thrown onto a fucking fire ant hill.
It will be a cold day in hell before I'd waste my time acknowledging his existance, let alone speaking to him.
Hmmm...do I sound angry? I am.
Patrick - 2:11 PM -