and what I should have said was:
I’m not taking it out on you. I’m taking it out WAY the fuck away from you. If you didn’t keep fucking calling me that would be obvious.
Now that you’re done yelling about this inconsequential bullshit, I might suggest that you talk to your doctor about your hypertension and rage issues, however I’ve come to realize that being a terminal cunt is more a lifestyle choice than a treatable condition. So good luck with whatever the fuck it is you think you should be so pissed about. If you need me I’ll be… uh… nowhere near here.