There’s only one person that I seriously, truly hate/despise. And she’s stuck in my life. She’s a horrible person and mother. And there’s only two reasons I’m grateful for her, and she’s done, a shitty job, taking care of those two reasons, so she can go die a long, painful death. In fact, I wish she would.
On my tombstone please write “Not appreciating my puns when I was alive was a grave mistake”