If, by some miracle, I actually DON’T go to Texas, hunt you down and kick you in the nuts… “Base standard…” OH FFS! Watering eyes. Jesus H. Christ. I’d like to POKE you in the watering eyes with a sharp stick–you got that, you RETARDED FUCKWAD!? STFU, DIAF and every other mean-spirited acronym in existence! […]