Dear inbred redneck morons:
I hope the pain you endure from the coals in Hell which you so desperately stoke is a fraction of the disappointment I have in each one of you as human beings.
Carry on you wayward sons-of-bitches. No matter how big and beautiful your empty sky, today I am happy to have left.
Of course that could be part of the problem…
--a former denizen
Yeah, I knew it was inevitable, but the
"overwhelmingly" part got to me. And how ironic that my mom arrives today.
