Hey mum, here I go again, cursing the living hell outta you on blogspot. But hell yeah, thats the whole fucking point. You step on my toes, I'll step over your fucking head. What's all the commotion you start huh. Pissing me off so early in the fucking morning. I could've bashed the fuck outta you just now. It's quite obvious you're so much weaker than me. Your slaps, kicks and punches are useless against me, I suggest you save your energy. And hand me my fucking cash you bitch. You've spoiled my fucking plan. It's gonna be payback time soon, you just fucking watch out.

From your dearest beloved son who-wants-to-kill-you-now,
Justin Chee.