to the old lady that called me stupid...

expect to be rudely awakened in the ridiculous hours of the night. expect to hear profanity and the smashing of your various, maybe precious, personal possesions. expect to see me, drunker than god himself, tearing up your livingroom. expect to see me, dick in hand, pissing carelessly, maliciously, over your furniture and electronics, laughing.
expect to see me pissing in your late husband's ashes.
then i'll make you some breakfast.
and i'll piss on it.