You're a cunt. Never before has the thought of someone in pain actually brought me mental pleasure. But the idea of hitting you with something, right over the back of the head, or seeing you lying infront of a bus that just knocked you down, actually gives me some sick form of enjoyment.
You're a useless cow. You've ruined it for me, for the last 2 years. Because of you, I'm probably going to have to seriously rethink my future. You're a waste of space, a waste of life, and you have a furry face.
Now go run across a motorway or something.