Jimbo, Tessa and the shit stains play out a insanely stupid fuckin series of unfortunate and ineffective events that has me scratching my balls wondering what is the point of such extensive stupid fucking shit that they waste their already pointless lives on and not one of these said shits or skits have ever had an effect on me. Do something real. Real events and real people have an impact in the real world. Shit actually takes place. Maybe I have stood around waiting for something for like an hour once. However, since I once had an understanding of the treachery, the lies, the bullshit all in the name of purposeful conflagration and the ultimate goal of me taking my own life so the shit stains that called themselves my family could receive the proceeds a life insurance policy that was obtained illegally and without my consent. Isn't that a Federal offense since an out of state insurance agent acceptable and issued the policy. To waste additional characters, in order to make a long story slightly longer, with unnecessary fluff that sounds interesting, the family that supposedly raised me are not family at all. We do not have any working or any other type of relationship. They destroyed my life to drive me to suicide. They are pretending to make things seem as if all is well on some very fucked up false front. I have no reservations at all about smashing their heads in with large rocks. Infact, one of the primary reasons I get up each day and live a Groundhogs Day like existence is that those simple goals of smashing heads with rocks will be today. I know their is a God, he will not punish me for said act as it is reasonable justice for the hell and torture I have endured. Years of my life has been lost but I have not and will not forget. I will see those goals accomplished. Sooner rather than later.