Before any of you moralfag about my father, especially @Sparklenetor 2.0,
@DickMain,
@Tread Miller and
@Sperg Spectator, I will inform you of this:
— He's a serial cheater
— He was once addicted to crack and marihuana
— He's alcoholic (Saw him buy a bottle "for someone" when I was a teen, too(
— He cheated my mom with 3+ women while married.
— His whore, demonic, retarded, bad priority having, disgusting mother had him out of wedlock because she managed to get a married man to cheat with her.
— I was forced to interact with that cunt for hours in my father's late house.
I bet the Moralfags will be like "But his leg dood":
He's endured worse, he's fallen off his bike and scrapped just one layer of his skin, he's kicked a moving car's door (don't fucking ask me why). And he is still moving around like nothing.
The only reason he's still "my father" is because:
1. We need him
2. My delusional fucking Má believes "no human" can undo marriage by the church. As if that will make me forget I watched them fisticuff, or that his actions (and hers) forced my involvement as a child in their mutual petty retardation.
If you are reading this, please jump into the Popocapepetl
RIGHT NOW.
You.
Enjoy your LARP in this website while it lasts, goy. It won't survive this decade. And knowing how certain Josh doesn't shut his fucking mouth, he might not survive either. All he has to do is
anger the
wrong person.