I hope the next time you bend some four-dollar-escort over a Cadillac you wind up getting syphilis and it goes untreated, because no one will notice as your brain starts to rot as you were already such a ****wit in the first place. I fantasize about your death at night, and fall asleep grinning as a result. I hope you get hit with a truck full of dirty diapers outside of the School for the Deaf, turning you into the messiest, most ****-filled form of street pizza in the past decade. **** off and die, you vermin, you ignorant ****, you mongrel.