You know something, if you have a fucking problem with me that’s fine. I’m not going to shed any tears about it and honestly I could give two fucks less. However, I do have a problem that you feel the need to rant about me behind my back. I’m the type of person who would never say anything that I wouldn’t say to your face. But you know what pisses me off the most… I was ALWAYS nice to you. I tried very hard to be friendly with you because you’re, oh wait, I’m sorry, were, you sure fucked that up, Mike’s best friend.

So you know what, grow a fucking pair of balls and come say your shit to me.

That is all.

Oh yeah, FYI: That’s why I dislike most of you anyway. The only reason I’m not calling you out on your shit is because I was specifically asked not to by Mike.