<digs on Wibble's location>
Dad: F*** you. Eff you for being such a d***, eff you for coming spraying with that damn thing, and especially eff you for finding the camera. Did I mention you're a D*** and you need to shut the hell up?
To the camera: AAGHGHG WHY DIDN'T I DESTROY YOU?!
To that guy that looks at me funny every time I walk the dog: Ummm... mind our own damn business, okay? And stop quoting scripture at me. Religion is subjective, and your futile attempt to force it upon me gives me an urge to kill you.
To mom: Again, you fail to realize I have a serious problem.
To school: F*** YOU. F... *... *... *... YOU. AAAAAAAAAAAAGHGHGHGHHGH SHUT UP!!! MAKE SENSE! DIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!
To a certain group of people I somewhat dislike (although most of them are cool): I don't give a flying rat's ass if you are the majority, that doesn't mean we should join you or die. I respect your opinion, but really, you don't need to be throwing "#1 FAVORITE!!!" in everyone's faces or be so caustic even in titling yourselves, do you? <sigh>
To the love of my life: DAMN YOU, COME GET ME ALREADY!