joke was OK, but I upvoted because I think you look cute with that haircut.

edit: downvote me again and things get real. I dare u.

edit: you jokers are really getting me riled up. you're pushing it. if I reach -40 downvotes, I'm going to show you what a regret looks like. first hand.

edit: how bored do you have to be to tease a python when he has fangs full of venom. that's what you're doing right now. you think it's "OK" or "safe" to dangle the carrot before the lion, but you don't get it. not really. lions don't eat carrots, they go straight for the person dangling the carrot. if you're not a complete dumb-dumb, you get what I'm saying, and you're probably rethinking those downvotes. 'what did I just fucking do?!' you think to yourself. well yeah, you fucked up. you're messing with the wrong guy. but I'm feeling generous tonight, so I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. you didn't know who you were dealing with, and now you do. but listen, if I get -60 downvotes, that benefit disappears. we go from friends with benefits to enemies with deficits. I guaran-freaking-tee you don't want to go down that dark and stormy road. if I reach -60, I'm showing no mercy.

edit: I just woke up not so long ago. I was having the strangest dream...let me tell you a little bit about it. I was minding my own business when a bunch of dumb-dumbs and jokers decided to downvote me. They laughed and pointed their dumb-dumb fingers--while they still could. let me tell you something, that didn't last long. lasted about as long as a virgin nerd in bed with Cindy Crawford. You wondering what happened to those jokers after they downvoted me in my dream? yeah, so are the police. so are their family members. "but that's just a dream. this is real life. we have nothing to fear," you might think. looks like you're the ones that need to wake up. smell this freaking coffee. I hope you like it black, because that's all you're going to be seeing for a long time. this aint the Sopranos ending either, dumb-dumbs. this is the real deal. but you know what? I'm going to chill out. I'm going to have breakfast first, and while I'm eating, I better not get -230 downvotes, cause if I do, the Sopranos won't be the only thing that gets ENDED.

EDIT: Mistakes were made. Clearly. I see this now. 230 mistakes were made. I'm not talking about the comparatively small mistakes, like losing a finger in an accident or losing your home. I'm talking about a real mistake. 230 different real mistakes, with only one outcome. one sour freaking note. I'm about to play it for you. trust me, this recital isn't the kind you promise your kid you'll attend. this is the kind of recital you only attend after you've made your brother promise to take care of your kids after you're gone. There won't be any flutes, guitars or bassoons. nah. the kind of instrument I play is a little different. sheet music? I use death certificates. let that sink in, much like the last people that made the same mistake. I wouldn't dig too deep around the bogs if I were you, if you catch my drift. I'm trying to keep my composure, I am. not for you dumb-dumbs, but for the people in my life I care about. they don't want the bad guy coming out. I've done everything I can to repress him. but you mega-turds can't just let it be, can't just let it go. I'm going to cool off, because I was THIS close to doing something you would regret. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, because the back of the old one is drenched in blood. this is your last chance. final warning. no more after this. if I reach -260, you're going to see a different side of me.