Thank you, walking pile of smegma that approached my boyfriend and I while we were patiently waiting for the bus to return us home after my birthday dinner.
As if your presence wasn't enough to make me want to blow Baba Ganuoj all over your swollen, diseased junk face. Showing us your infected, fungus encrusted, pus ejaculating toe certainly did it.
Fucking gross, you're lucky none of your toe jizz got on my shoe. I wouldn't be writing an I, Anonymus. I'd be in prison.