Foamy the squirrel dating advice lyrics

Another type of person I particularly hate, are those f****** slime b**** with the slicked back hair, that usually end up going to bars and s*** like that on Friday, Saturday, Sunday night and see if they can pick up chicks and all they do is f****** walk around with their f****** velvety shirts with their dumbass fat hairy chest exposed to the world, as if they were the s**iest thing on the face of the earth. You're a middle-age loser, nobody wants to see a hairy chest, either throw yourself in front of traffic, or overdose, please. Nobody wants to hear about how your girlfriend doesn't like you or how your boyfriend is ignoring you. It only pertains to your own little world, which in the grand scheme of things, is minute and pathetic, and nobody really, ever wants to hear it. You ever have a good friend and then you go out someplace and they always gotta bring their f*****' girlfriend, and the girlfriend turns out to be somebody you just want to kill. You know, the type of person where their parents should've had an abortion before they even walked the earth. These type of f*****' pieces of c*** really just need to be killed with some piano wire around the throat. I also can't stand people who sit at home and listen to every rose has it's thorn like it's the world's most depressing song. Two, you're f****** pathetic for listening to it. They have no substance, they have no control over themselves, and they really need to be put to sleep, permenantely.

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If I get ONE more message from you that isn't, "Attaboy Jack", or, "I'm sending you a big bag of money", I'm gonna reach through my ECHO and GOUGE YOUR EYES OUT WITH MY PINKIES!

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