Fuck you. You’re a bunch of hypocrites. I’m a man. I’ll fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. I’ll fuck men, I’ll fuck women, I’ll fuck transsexuals and I’ll have a mighty fine time doing it. I eat what I kill. I’m a faggot, sexist, chaser, pig, fucking creep and I love it. Living a double life? Not my biggest regret. You are. But let’s be honest, we all live a double life. Don’t give me that look Marsha Hart. You got that shoebox full of love letters that camp counseler used to write you. You saved them. You flirt on Discord. I get it, feels good to know you were loved by somebody other than just me. I’m not standing here looking at you like how could you. We all have secrets. Shane McMahon, the porn on your fucking computer made my jaw drop. Marsha Hart, come back. You saw it. Your mom is the one that showed me. Don’t talk to me about secrets. Watching 8 people cum on someone’s face? Gangbangs? Cum funnels? Pissing in people’s asses? Jesus fucking christ man. I got problems, you got problems. I was kind of uptight when I met your mother. She was a freak and a fucking fox. Marsha Hart, you were a fucking fox. Kevin Nash, your whole fucking life’s a secret. A mystery. Who knows about you? I have lived with you. I have raised you. I am your father. I know nothing about you. That’s not true, I know that you’re angry. I’m so sorry I fucked you up with my double life. Okay, maybe I took mine to the extreme. I admit that. But I have a problem. You fuckers backed me into a corner. But I think at the same time, you set me free.