Here’s a may-you-burn-in-the-fires-of-your-self-created-hell-you-cunt to my biological mother on her birthday. Let it be known she was the lowest of the low, a cunt so rotten, if you saw her on fire, you’d go buy some petrol and pour, just to have a good time. I hope you died with realisation of your cuntishness and with knowledge that your son just plain didn’t give a fuck about your worthless child abusing life.
Ah. Feel better now.