“At this point I don’t think I’m going to be able to do anything right in anybody’s eyes ever again, except kill myself or disappear, then people will be happy I guess.”
– Jesse James, talking like a total pussy in an interview with PopEater.
If there’s one kind of person that I despise, it’s That Person who’s constantly going on and on about how they should just kill themselves, because everyone hates them anyway and they’d just be doing the world a favor. And I know, there are actual suicidal people out there, but That Person isn’t in that category. That Person just wants attention and can go get fucked, ok?
I mean, we all know that Jesse is a massive douche and that he’s done some pretty awful things, but I don’t think that we want him to kill himself. Disappear, sure, he can ride off into the sunset with Kat Von D and stay in seclusion for the rest of his days, but is anyone really still pissed off enough at Jesse to recommend suicide?
when you compare a rat-bastard of a creature like Jesse James to a “pussy” what does that say about the beauty, individuality, and sacredness of an actual pussy? please choose another word because my pussy is such a better lover and friend than that waste of space man. it may be just a word to you, but words are all we have.