I hope the male loneliness epidemic eats you maga scum alive. I hope you feel a hole in your soul and feel unloved until your dying day. I hope you rot in your deathbed wondering why women looked at you like you had rabies your whole life as your eyes close for the last time.
Last night the guy in the hotel room next to me was blaring rave music til the wee hours as our rooms had Bluetooth speakers.
Childish perhaps, but this morning I managed to connect to his speaker, and played this until I heard him shout ‘fuuuuuuck’