Don't mess with the Superfriends. I'll ruin your shit.

A few days ago, I posted some of my opinions.  I don’t think people like a lot of what I have to say, but that’s the great thing – you can have your own opinions too.  Chances are I think your opinions suck or that you’re a goddamn bleeding heart taint-fister.  If you hate me and my mental twists, good for you!  Go give the shocker to your pets for all I care.

If you hate someone else’s opinions, tell them about it, and make them feel bad, then you can gargle with the yeti’s bunderwear (i.e. boxer briefs) and brush your teeth with my dead gay dog’s seminal fluid.

Something along these lines happened to Becky.  She posted on her blog, someone’s feelings were hurt, they in turn hurt Becky’s feelings, and then it was a big feelings cluster fuck.  I commented on the situation because I protect my friends and say what I want.  Having slightly more social grace than me, Becky might remove the comment.  For those of you that care, I’ve shared it below:

I see no need for you to have to apologize.  You started the Zero Tact Club on Facebook.  Take pride in it!  If people are such little bitches that they can't handle your opinions and/or criticisms, then they can lick my taint!  What happened to people in this country?  You don't need to grow up; Americans need to stop being pussies.  "Oh no, someone said something unpleasant about me (sniffle).  Whoa is me, somebody doesn't think I'm as badass as I do (cry)."  Suck it up.  Be a man.  If you're a woman, grow a set and be a man anyway.  Don't like what I'm saying?  That's cool, you're allowed to have your own views.  Wallow in my germit, douches.

Don’t mess with the Superfriends.  I’ll ruin your shit.