Weak? Weak??? Fuck you you goddamn chucklefucking morons. There's nothing weak about my writing, even taken out of context like you dumbfucks decided to do every other sentence. You can call me a lot of things, but weak ain't one of them, you hypocritical motherfuckers. Those words are still the best selling fiction work EVER, and you idiots think that your lives are so hard the teachings are "weak"? Goddamn, people like you are what makes Dad flood shit.
Can't believe I fucking got on a cross for these morons. That's it - I know I'm supposed to be in recovery, but I need a goddamn drink. Anyone got a water bottle?
Source? I knew he was a philandering asshole, but I didn't know he was divorced before he met Mom.
Shit, maybe he wasn't... now I need a damn drink. Anyone got a spare water bottle?