Happy people raise my blood pressure.
I’m a reasonable man and I know this, I don’t have to lull myself in the disbelief of happiness, it’s a different deal when you are happy for a reason and it’s a different deal when you act happy for hardly any sense, like all the time, such people make my blood boil, I can’t stand such people, wherever I go, I see happy people, every one is laughing huh? What’s so good, dipshits? Can’t you be sad for a minute, what? All you pussy wimps have some special sort of happiness that bad people like me can’t enjoy. I have personal reasons to smack their pearly white teeth out; they make me jealous, it’s just that simple.
I know they are good,
good = happy and good people= happy people, so happy people are good people, coincidence? You decide.., both of these words give me pangs of wooziness and sometimes I pass out whenever I smell the reeks of happiness and let’s not forget goodness.
I wonder, what the base is? and where does all this happiness originate from?, back in the days when everyone used to be sad on daily basis and people like Ebenezer scrooge ruled, I must commend, Ebenezer scrooge ruled big time, he ruled so hard that most of the people peed their pants, he could cut off an entire steel post with his bare left nut, no pain what so ever…now, what assholes?
So the other night I was hanging out at a mall, where I met
this ugly kid and his wuss father, all happy, no sadness, perfect example of
happiness, the kid was smiling a lot , I just couldn’t take that shit, what was so funny? That he
was smiling so much, probably he was making fun of me, and I just can’t take
shit from anyone, why? Because it’s in the rule book, you ass wart!
I snatched his ice cream off his hand and chucked it a mile away, now what limp dick? You pussy, he started crying then his Nancy father tried to have a moment of argument with me, but I didn’t let it last long and punched the kid and made him bleed, then his father tried to fight back but a kick in his crotch was enough for him to give up, later I came back home, had a good minute of laughter and I could brag I did that and still can.
I hate it when they dance, what makes them dance? I sure have got no clue, I have never danced and never will, even looking at someone dance makes me want to beat him/her( fuck feminists!) up and I have done it before (high school prom) remember those dweebs shaking their lard-asses like they just won a million tits, man they make me puke, I have whipped a fair amount people back in high school (those were the days, memory as clear as day), I hated them so much that I used to be sullen like all the time, those pricks, I wish they die.
It makes me sick when they go out on picnics or hiking, who gave them the right to enjoy? Playing with their dogs with Frisbees, eating, laughing. Fucking ass products!
Last time when a friend (who’s no longer a friend since I cussed at her) asked me to join her for picnic, I cussed at her on the phone, she was lucky that she never showed up at my house again or I would have flogged her beyond the limit.
It’s horrible when they have excuses to hide from the
reality, they smile all the time, I mean if they love to smile all the time, do
they have hatred for sadness? Come on, give it a try, sadness rules and happiness
sucks.
(ISSUED IN PUBLIC INTEREST).
REMEMBER
THE RULER NEVER SMILES
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