I hope that you die in a fiery fucking car accident in the woods that last three months and all the bears, squirrels, bunnies and shit, slowly eat your half alive burning body as you are forced to watch in the rear view mirror because you are wedged between the seat and a fallen tree. Then after you die I hope you suffer an eternity of pain and anguish. I hope you are are forced to listen to The Spin Doctors cover Life is a Highway over and over again until your fucking ears bleed. I hope that you are repeatedly sodomized with broken tip jar by Larry the Cable Guy while Jeff Foxworthy beats off on your face telling you redneck jokes all while spending several millennia riding a perpetual number 6 bus. Get a fucking job!
You Stole My Tip Jar
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