BLOODY MEN

Ok, so I'm on my laptop in my room and my bloody dad bursts in accusing ME of setting fire to his bloody favourite trousers! I'm like 'Uuh, NO. I never.' Apparantly I'd WANT to set fire to his stinking ugly trousers. Uuh, no wouldn't want to touch 'em myself, but hey, I get grounded for two weeks while PAUL (he's my little bro and the baddest gangster around. Apparantly), gets a new moby, for whatever reason, the little twat. HE FREAKIN DID IT TOO!
SO mad right now, AAGH, When I get that little bastard I'll kill him! I HATE BLOODY MALES! THERE ALL THE SAME!!