I am pregnant, hungry, nauseous, and pissed off. First off you f'ing stink and secondly if you don't stop making that disgusting hawking noise in the back of your throat every 20 seconds I will crush you with my fat thighs. I. WILL. END. YOU.
Six years of law school and this is the best we could do:
All whines become the property of Secret Spineless Whine for Amy & Marinka to use and/or reproduce for any purpose. Like a book. Or anything else that pops into their sick little minds. Didn't your father warn you to read the fine print first?