When I first saw a puppy I was disgusted they are swine vulgar little maggots. Don’t you know that they are pathetic? Those worthless bags of filth. As we say in California, I’ll bet they couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. They are canker. A sore that won’t go away. A zit on the butt of society. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with a puppy.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away.
They’re a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. They are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. They’re jerks, a cad, a weasel. Their life is a monument to stupidity. They are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
They are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired them and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same planet as them. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of them. They have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid them. Because off their face the rabbit population actually decreased. They are vile, worthless, less than nothing. They are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention they smell?
