Let me say this to you, Serial Confessor: Everyone on the planet loathes you. Shut up forever. No, really. Even the sweet old grandma sitting next to you on the bus, smiling politely and nodding, would strangle the very life out of you if her hands weren’t weakened by crippling arthritis. If she has a cane however, and can deliver even one decent blow, the joyous cheers from the rest of the bus passengers would be so loud that the windows would shatter and most would go deaf, but it would be worth it.
I’m done now.