I’m awfully malicious today, it’s almost surprising how much I can loathe a person.
I hope Rick Santorum stubs his toe on the corner of a table.
And his car breaks down and his phone doesn’t work and it’s really hot and he has to go to the bathroom and the only place that has air conditioning and restrooms is a Planned Parenthood.
I hope his alarm doesn’t wake him up on a day he has something super important to go to.
And he has to wait three hours with nothing to do because of a plane delay.
And that he types up something Really Long and Super Important and then something happens and right as it’s finished he loses it.