Hey Veritas, I hope you get butthole cancer
I hope the next time you sit down to pee, a rattlesnake comes through the pipe & bites you in the ballsack & the poison makes your dick fall off
I hope the homeless guy you make out w/ at the laundromat slaps you in the head for not telling your wife you're gay & you go blind & cross-eyed from it
Shall I keep going?
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