Is child molestation the new national sport or something?

Freaks, all of you.

You better show up at dinner tonight.

Nobody bother me unless you want a throat full of razor blades.

I need to be left alone for a while.

Jotaro Kujo fucks fourteen-year-olds.

That is all.

What a day...
I wake up with a massive headache.  It turns out Oye has decided to live in our house again.  I drag his junkie ass outside and fill him with razorblades.  After attempting to sleep more and failing, Ghiaccio gets pissed at everyone and freezes the bathroom door shut.  Lovely.  Once I sort him out, Illuso comes whining to me for... God ( Read more... )

My birthday is tomorrow.
I refuse to get any older.

Our goddamn water bill just came.
Listen, I don't know who the hell is using this much water, but heads will roll.

Deals with the devil, getting killed and resurrected numerous times, more relationship drama than I can count, and many sleepless nights ( Read more... )

Dear Mr. Brando:

You are extremely disappointing in bed.

That is all.

Bruno, Mista, Giorno, Narancia, Fugo, Abbacio, and Trish.

I really don't have anything against all of you.  You just happened to be in the way.  Very in the way.

I think it would be beneficial to both our parties if we were to make up.

If I've made up with Diavolo, I'm sure it could work out.

...And I'm not apologizing.