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Later, when I gave my son the autograph he started crying and said he hated me. Turns out the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ didnt write his autograph, no, he wrote “you’re a piece of ♥♥♥♥, and i ♥♥♥♥♥♥ your mom”. I’m now divorced, and planning a huge class-action lawsuit against the white devil that ruined my life.
Your time is almost over, Stuart.
All the people you’ve wronged will rise against you.
I know what you’re thinking, this is some kind of funny joke, but no. Stuart Little is a piece of ♥♥♥♥. A damn rat got picked over actual children at an orphanage and he’s supposed to be a hero? And I can’t even tell you how many damn times I’ve seen a great parking space only to turn the corner and realise Stuart Little is already parked there in his stupid little ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ convertible. He took my wife and the kids and my house and my job. I swear to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ god, I’m going to kill myself and take that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rodent to hell with me.