Ew. (Okay, Ew.)
Mar. 12th, 2010 01:56 pmDisclaimer: if you've ever actually lost someone, particularly if they went in a way that wasn't nice to look at, this isn't gonna make you jump for joy. Why hello there, hypertension.
If it were MARK Emerson, there wouldn't be a problem.
Seriously, if she was a guy, it wouldn't matter, because it wouldn't fucking sell.
Sorry, lads. Nobody wants to see bloated skinless wangtang and purpling flayed nuts flapping next to a neckbearded last gasp.
But dead ladyparts? Woo. That'll make the evening news. Take that, sweeps week.
Have some respect for the families. Would it fucking kill you? I sort of wish it would.
Just.
Fuck humanity.
Also, when your free speech impinges on my right to punch you in your smug asshole face, it is no longer "free". That's where the line is, moron.
If it were MARK Emerson, there wouldn't be a problem.
Seriously, if she was a guy, it wouldn't matter, because it wouldn't fucking sell.
Sorry, lads. Nobody wants to see bloated skinless wangtang and purpling flayed nuts flapping next to a neckbearded last gasp.
But dead ladyparts? Woo. That'll make the evening news. Take that, sweeps week.
Have some respect for the families. Would it fucking kill you? I sort of wish it would.
Just.
Fuck humanity.
Also, when your free speech impinges on my right to punch you in your smug asshole face, it is no longer "free". That's where the line is, moron.