What’s that, you have millennial fly-swept trashpussy and you think you shouldn’t be viewed similar to the way prostitutes were viewed 50 years ago as the most loathsome dregs of society, and what’s that, you want everyone’s daughters to grow up to be as incapable of love as you are? And you think your voice matters? You have a tumor that prevents you from thinking clearly
Is it inoperable? That’s up to you. Maybe you’ll luck out and win the love of the chubby cashier down the street somehow, ask him, be warned though, I’m sure even he will prefer to hang some sticky fly tape above the bed. Anyway, smell ya later.