It’s annoying how many people make “innocent” jokes that hurt anyway. Normally, they don’t bother me that much. Someone makes a joke against a part of me, I imagine the most satisfactory way to kill them, and then I’m done. It’s over. Out of my mind. This time, It’s going to be a whole lot more fun. Any other month, and I would just give it a small thought. But now, especially today, was the worst time you could have picked. I will have so much fun with this one. Legends shall be written over the torment imagined to you. Count Donatien A.F. de Sade will look at it, and say “What the actual fuck?! Take pity on the bastard.”