What would RTH do?
That is the question.
If I were in a high school yearbook, they would vote me most likely to die of a lynch mob. That does not prevent me from opening my mouth and serving a warm hearty cup of STFU to people who deserve it. My dark scathing humor will leave no matter of existence go free. My innocence will touch your soul.
Welcome to a warped world turned inside out and upside down. A journey into the thoughts and recesses of my mind. All sorts of discretion advised.