I'm actually surprised this isn't a copypasta and you (probably) wrote this yourself, you totally missed my point, great! All the people you’ve wronged will rise against you. I’m now divorced, and planning a huge class-action lawsuit against the white devil that ruined my life. Turns out the mousefucker didnt write his autograph, no, he wrote “you’re a piece of shit, and i fucked your mom”. Later, when I gave my son the autograph he started crying and said he hated me. The fucking rat gave me the autograph and told me to burn in hell. Last summer, I approached the miserable mouse in the street, and asked him for his autograph, because my son is a huge fan. I swear to fucking god, I’m going to kill myself and take that goddamn rodent to hell with me. He took my wife and the kids and my house and my job. A damn rat got picked over actual children at an orphanage and he’s supposed to be a hero? And I can’t even tell you how many damn times I’ve seen a great parking space only to turn the corner and realise Stuart Little is already parked there in his stupid little fucking convertible. I know what you’re thinking, this is some kind of funny joke, but no.

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