How old are you? 33? 35? You are the oldest of us yet the most infantile. Your insecurities amplified by your effeminate sensitivity. Your masked pretense a testament to your bitch of a personality and your grovelling lust for poison and discord. Just looking at you compels me to vomit. Your intricnsic reflection of your elevated physique a deterrent rather than an accurate blandishment analogous of the Grecian pantheon. Yucks.
Cease gushing over the juice! Cease serving it out with your impeccable service of malevolence and spite.