I hope you wake up on a crisp winter morning, on a Sunday to the sound of moans coming from your grandmothers room and open the door to find tpur best friend blowing a load in her butthole. After seeing this you become depressed and go join a cult that requires you to drink goat pee and shyt mixed in a warm mason jar. After doing so you find its a prank by everybody in the neiborhood because nobody likes you and you decide to jump into a dirty old well full of hooker vomit that seeps into your pores for all eternity.