Goddamn you God

Blacky (people who find this name unoriginal can go fuck themselves), this is for you.

Fuck you God, and fuck you PetCo.

Today marks a very sad day for me. My Mexican Black Kingsnake (age 3) died while I was in class. I know this for a fact because it was fine in the morning. I felt sad and thought it was my fault. Until my cell rang from PetCo telling me that their feeder mice were ill and that I should take it to the vet. Well, thanks a fucking lot you shitheads. Fuck you God for making my snake ill. Fuck you God for making the mouse ill. Fuck you PetCo for telling me then. I should have bought my mouse at PetSmart. Way to give customer service, you fucks.

I remember when I was in junior year of high school and I bought the snake with my own money. I remember back when I had a job at Wal-Mart back in NorCal and that snake was two weeks worth of me pushing carts. That snake has been with me through high school and even moved with me here to SoCal. Fuck you God! You tree trunk piece of asshole trash. There better be a God because when I die I'm going to curbstomp his ass until he's paraplegic and retarded, and I'm gonna push him down the stairway of heaven. You asshole, I didn't do shit to deserve it. Do you remember last week when I treated my friend out for lunch? How about when I bought Herman that video game? You faggot shitlick. I ask you once again you pathetic shit, where is my fucking karma? Look at all the good things I've done you prick. People say God can do anything. If that is true, he should literally go fuck himself. You religious fucks shouldn't bother praying for me, you should pray for your shitass God not to meet me when I die. You don't think I can kill you God you son of a bitch? Go jerk off Hitler in Hell, you douche. Fuck you, God.