You're Gonna Pay
You horse-licking bum sniffing dildo stuffing cheese munching clam crunching chunk of cosmic Goo who hacked my site this morning; You're Gonna Pay. I appreciate your attempt to circumvent my hard work and I guess for prompting me to upgrade my site software and redesign some stuff I've been putting off for a while, but if you think you can do what you did.. and we both know what it was, and then erase my access logs(which makes me want to kill you, violently) while getting away nameless and anonymous much like in your daily life, then you're wrong buddy.
I'll find a way, somehow. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but someday, when you least suspect it. Which if you're reading this could by strict paradoxical logic be when you most expect it, regardless, on that day you will become known to a new kind of pain of which no one before you will have experienced before. I'm sure it will involve metal and sharp things, but not just, and it will occur in a public setting surrounded by your loved ones(A.K.A those people you watch on closed circuit cameras). Whatever sex you are, I'll reverse it and stomp on anything I remove from you.
After I take a short nap to refresh and force you back out of the mild coma you'd have slipt into from a savage beating with a baseball bat I'm going to hog tie you face down to and behind a donkey who has tourrettes syndrome and chronic diarreah and instruct the donkey to take you through the streets of a populated city where you will be seen by all and appear on all the major news networks. You'll be forced by taser to read the youtube comments posted under clips of these exploits until you completely lose sanity at which point I will pay for your complete rehabilitation and therapy so that I can do it all again to you. At the very least you will suffer continuously until we're both too old and decrepit for me to carry on, at which point I'll hire a nurse to continue.
