If and when he dies, I’ll piss and shit on his grave and write “Here lies the biggest, most sexist, selfish, and egotistical asshole in the whole family. May he burn or freeze in hell.” over whatever false praise his tombstone says about him; if I find his grave that is.
And if he’s cremated, I’ll get some of the ashes and try and make an ugly ass giant vase and use it as a trashcan. And when guests arrive in my house, I’ll tell them all about that trashcan and how it used to be the most ugly, stupid asshole in my family.
Man, if only Beatrice or any other Witch existed, I’d sell part of my soul if i could to have his soul suffer for eternity and I get to watch it whenever I could. With popcorn. Forever.
But for now, I’ll just piss on his stupid golf shit if ever he leaves the house.
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