I keep seeing his screen name pop up in the

I keep seeing his screen name pop up in the corner even though he's been logged in. I keep thinking how he goes to smoke pot and fuck that dyke behind my back. I hate thinking.

Because when I think everyone else seems like they're having more fun than me. Once when I was thinking about my dad and his stupid slot car races, I realized, he was having fun

too and of course posting it on Facebook with several pictures and glib status updates making everyone else's life seem so much more interesting and happy than mine. What a drag. I

wanted to kill all those Facebook bunnies with their happy photos and cheery existences. That was when I started stockpiling cyanide and collecting Nazi memorabilia. What would

I do with them? I wasn't quite sure yet. I only knew they might come in handy in my revenge on the Facebook Bunnies. Maybe I could get my hands on some grenades and a turgid stoat.

WW I grenades were easily obtained on a Ricardo auction, but getting a turgid stoat was more difficult. The Dept. of Fish & Wildlife was on the lookout for lethal stoat smugglers

who were supposedly under the auspices of a major Latin American drug cartel. Narcotics were being stowed in realistic, motorized stoats which would race north across the Texas

Superhighway, Nafta be damned. People needed their opium, be it the tellie, concerts, the Kardashians, or whatever. There would be riots In 24 hours. The headache was starting...

fix that seemed to keep the people docile was more growth...more construction...longer highways...more money...more migraines.