re: Life is not like a book

Well, life is certainly not like the giving tree. That tree was a fricking dumbass. Oh, great, you're back. You want to grind up my roots, now, cause all I have are fricking roots and this fricking stump you ignorant entitled little bastard. Come sit on my stump where I hope you fricking die and rot and then as your body decays you can at least nourish my roots until we become part of the same detritus. How's that fricking boat you built? Oh, you sold it? Nice. Not like I needed my limbs or anything. How's the Mrs.? Oh, your fricking old and alone! Well boo fricking hoo, you fricking piece of shite. Here, have an apple, oh, wait! fricking a-hole.