I hope Sean Penn chokes on a mudkip.

I am one caustic bitch. I’ve never been popular with the majority of any kind of people because I am an equal-opportunity offender. I warn people on social networks that I say “I’m going to hell for laughing at this” about 5 times a day.

There is a HUGE difference between me being offensive on the status updates of my personal Facebook page or twitter or whatever social platform, because I have special accounts where I can say anything I want because I have the majority of my blood and “through marriage” relatives on a separate Facebook page! I don’t need my 90+ Grandma seeing what I think is funny!

It is a TOTALLY different thing to be offensive at the expense of a friend I’ve known a long time because I’m a low-life woman beating attention whore who stole my friend’s moment just because I knew said friend will “get it”.

Does that mean that if I were also a long time friend of Neil Patrick Harris it would have been ok for me to walk up to the mic as a presenter and say “Give it up for Neil Patrick Harris, everybody! Didn’t that faggy little ginger do a great job hosting?!”

The moral to the story is: Sean Penn does what he wants and could give two shits. He’s SEAN PENN, he’s a cinematic LEGEND. Can someone please explain to me why his brother Chris is gone and we still have to be stuck with this train wreck?

This has made me find Kanye West a little less repulsive.


Originally published at thedumbdiaries.tumblr.com.