I'm not a kidder, although I may have inadvertently sired hundreds of cloven-hoofed offspring during the past two or three millenium, but I was too drunk to give a fuck, just as I am now too sober to give a fuck. Giving a fuck is your duty. If you don't like giving a fuck, reboot you toxic assholes.
Ever read The Waste Land? Well, good for you.
I'm not kidding about cleaning house and moving on. I've been doing this shit for more than 40 years now, getting my off-topic ass kicked off moderated boards and forums when this pathetic excuse for intelligent discourse had not even slimed its way up to the Internet, which is several evolutionary stages below the mugwump. Look it up on Google, you stupid fucks.
OK, so February is cruel, March is crueller, and April is the cruellest, according to one of those buttfucking bankers who really knew how to promote the waste land that teabaggers and their slimy little retarded offspring love to visit in their RVs.
Come on Sairhead, fuck with me, why doncha, you retarded ignorant piece of shit living on land purchased from the evil Russians you can imagine seeing from the deck of your place in Wasilla.
I can remember when I first determined that belief is a delusion that only guarantees lining up on one or the other side of the entrance to the extermination chambers.
Can you?
Oh really? Will you bring your own soap, you spongers?