"You're making dinner tonight." "Uh, okay." "Enjoy being around here." To the worse step-dad in history and the biggest cunt in England (trust me, it's n achievement. What the fuck are you expecting us to do? Chase after you for umpteenth time?? Don't give me that sad puppy dog shit because I'm not fucking buying it. Everything was looking up, and all the sudden, what, was your pillow fucking lumpy or something? You just DECIDE to leave? Leave my mom on her own with three fucking kids, paying rent on a bigger house she brought thinking YOU were gonna help pay? And leave her with a faulty car, no MOT, no insurance, if she gets caught with that, she'll get more points on her license and then she'll have no job, so HOW THE FUCK are we gonna get by? You selfish, selfish CUNT. What, you leave us, go off and get your own shared little flat so you can fuck your stupid brazilian bimbos without worrying about whether we knew or not? By the fucking way. WE DID! YOU'RE A FUCKER. You should die. Burn eternely in the fucking fiery depths, you prick. But you'll be back, we all know it, once you get your fair share or skanky whores, you'll be back, I just hope my mom will be smart enough to kick you on the ass and send you packing, back to where you fucking came from. You perverted, sick, twisted senile old man, all the shit I went through because of you. I hate you. BURN.