The way you spell your name… it sticks in my craw worse than gefilte fish, pure unadulterated cringe. It makes me regret having eyes. That botched spelling of yours has more concentrated hoodoo than any hex hurled at me by a legion of blood drinkers and witches. Were I a white wizard with the juice I’d turn your name, Tairee, into some mangy, yapping, yipping needle-dicked little chihuahua with a puffy chest and a raging Napoleon complex and I’d let that little shit bark its lungs out in a quiet neighborhood for a month, endlessly, just so we could all gather together and beat it to a squishy, frothy bloody pulp on a breezy Sunny evening before the rise of a full moon. Then I’d bury the leftover pudding in a hole so deep that only the Lord could find it… and judge it. And then we’d all dance counter-clockwise around the spot chanting prayers from Psalms before salting the earth so nothing should ever grow there again.
And I’ll be honest with you…. I never read any further than what was captured in the screenshot of your comment. That’s how fucking stupid the spelling of your names it… its so fucking boobish that it ruptured a blood vessel in my left eye… I had to lie to people by saying I spent too long masturbating in the dark in front of a 70in Hi-rez tv to Debby Does Dallas to save us both the embarrassment. Perhaps your post, lengthy at glance is brilliant… but I never read it because the opinions of any idiot that believed spelling that name that queer is drowning in alphabet soup. It screams “I’m a better-than-thou millennial.” Change your name, or at least pick one that isn’t so slimy and resend your comment… Ill read it then.