I f*cking hate Emily. I know what you’re thinking, this is some kind of funny joke, but no. Emily is a piece of sh*t. A damn thot got picked over actual children at an orphanage and she’s supposed to be a hero? And I can’t even tell you how many damn times I’ve seen a great parking space only to turn the corner and realize Emily is already parked there in her stupid little f*cking convertible. She took my wife and the kids and my house and my job. I swear to f*cking god, I’m going to kill myself and take that godd*mn thot to hell with me. Emily has ruined my family. Last summer, I approached the miserable thot on the street, and asked her for her autograph, because my son is a huge fan. The f*cking thot gave me the autograph and told me to burn in hell. Later, when I gave my son the autograph he started crying and said he hated me. Turns out the motherf*cker didnt write her autograph, no, she wrote “you’re a piece of sh*t, and i f*cked your mom”. I’m now divorced, and planning a huge class-action lawsuit against the evil thot that ruined my life. Your time is almost over, Emily. All the people you’ve wronged will rise against you.