i'm spitting fire

you all can still send me twenty dollars. the donald was thisclose to hiring both randall and rebecca, until randall pulled major asshole and declared he was the best and the whole world should bow to him, and his poop doesn't smell.

what a bum hole. i hope he goes to the atlantic city casino and gets pelted with poker chips thrown by toothless angry old women. i hope he realizes he just took away a huge opportunity from rebecca because he has no soul. i hope he grows a sixth finger and is socially outcast.

i am so angry right now that i could drive down to new york city and pants randall. i can't talk about this any more, i'm starting to overheat. and if that keeps up, my skin will melt off. and i need my skin to live.