a giant FUCK YOU to you, "degrassi the next generation".
every time i try to watch tv, that shit catches my eye and my mind thinks "THE NEXT GENERATION? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? FUCK YES STAR TREK IS FUCKING ON" and then i click on it and you know what fucking happens? i get a show about ugly faggots bitching about school! it's like an entire episode devoted to wesley crusher. fuck wesley. god damn he's the jar jar of star trek. i want to strangle that fucker with the tape from inside of my TNG vhs collection. that's right. i would ruin mint condition star trek memoribilia just so that i could have the satisfaction of strangling wesley crusher with it. i'm not talking about wil wheaton here, i'm talking about WESLEY MOTHERFUCKING CRUSHER, the prick that ruined it all. to have the immense pleasure of choking his supple young neck with the surprisingly resiliant vynil magnetic tape found within the ancient cartridge... ah it would be a form of bliss incomparable to any other satisfaction to be had my mortal man. one orgasm would not be enough- i would perhaps orgasm for an entire hour, until crusher's entire head was covered in my sticky white secretion. it would glisten menacingly across his dead blue lips, his open eyes agape and frozen in shock, as if to say, why, why did you strangle me with a limited edition 1991 release VHS tape of The Encounter at Farpoint?