$&@# my life I don't $&@# my wife. So $&@# my wife and $&@# my life, and my son is gay, but not sitcom gay. Daughters a whore like another girl who used to be her mother. But the marriage made her Miss Merry Americana. I wanna a teen without screaming prima-donna. But the radical feminists made my wife a man. And if i die happy the situation will be auto erotic-exfixiation. I hate my life and it hates me back!

Single. Bored. And uh... yeah.