You are a sinful, deceitful, worthless pig lawyer, the supreme shaker of Jamie’s
last urinal drops.
Fu*k you, you lying meat slapper, you vulgar little maggot, you worthless bag of filth. You are a canker, a sore that won't go away. I would rather shake hands with one of your toothless criminal associates than be seen with you. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a Weil weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. A perpetrator of POR lies and misrepresentations.
You are a bleating asshole, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you.
You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth and did I mention you smell?
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid, set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your
ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish belief’s and especially your Freudian slip that "the equity holders don't like the settlement because they believe "there is more money to be milked from JPMorgan Chase."
You are a con job, a mercenary, an ass kisser to Jamie Dimon. A flat, unprofitable and soon to be demoted dwarf. You are grimy, squalid, weary, stale, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even (some) sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
And what meaning do you expect from your delusional self-important statements of unknowing about L>A? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle waiting for the bite of the snake, or the Judge’s wrath.
You are a slime ball, a rat bastard, a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease,
you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling meat slapper.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of steaming turd. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wall paper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the
source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go
and one other important note,
Although those are my ready thoughts, I still would love to see you do that donkey again.
Yours truly,
Larry
