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Clearly, hygiene is a foreign concept to you.
I hope you die horribly...
Your face looks like the bottom of a dumpster that has been sitting on a landfill of poo.
You are a vacuous suckhole of happiness...
I would rather rub a cheesegrater over my nipples and soak them in rubbing alcohol, than spend another second listening to you...
Your breasts resemble two sweatsocks filled with bowling balls.
I lied: I don't love you and I am banging your best friend.
Your heart may have grown three sizes, but your junk is still bite sized...
Your breath smells like beer and egg farts...
You make me sick!