Humpy, humpy, humpy! Hump! Humpidy hump-hump! Fuckidy-fucking fuckers! Screw, fuck, hump, moan! Moan, grunt, groan! They penatrate, I masturbate! I lubercate, they allocate their fluids into each other! And I fucking sit here and listen to it...this incesant humping, slaping, groaning sex! I hate it. It's not so much the sex that even bothers me, and in fact, it doesn't (sex alone). It's more the fact that it's them, or even more so the fact that it's her, and I have to just sit here and listen to her. It wasn't so bad when I didn't hate the cunt, but now that I loathe her very existance, I want to fucking strangle the shit out of her and make the humping go away. That, and the only thing worse than their humping: her speaking. God, that's the worst. She's the world's most numb-sculled moron, and she's got the perenial "Hi, I'm a dumb bitch!" look on her face to prove it. She doesn't even have to say anything. If I could give her one name, it would be Ignorantignoramicwhocantfuckingthinkand
whocantfuckingproccesssimpleconceps-andwhoneverhasanythingofvaluetocontributetotheworld-
wasteofair-stupidboxbroadwithnoclassfatasswhosmokedentirelywaywaywaytoomuchgrass
psychotic- emotionallyoutofcontrol Cunt...

The first part referring to her first name...and...cunt...that would be her last.

If she were to cease to exist, the world, or at the very least, Bryce, would be better off...by a long shot.