Why do I care?  Seriously, why the fuck should I care?  My over-all capacity for caring has about been exceeded. If I actually cared less than I do at this particular moment in time, I would, more than likely, cease to exist.  Happily.

You fucking bore me, you are fucking tiresome and you are not interesting in the least.  I have had more interesting conversations with my cat, and he shits in a plastic box.  I’ve heard more fascinating conversations on the Belgian AM channel that skipped across the Atlantic thanks to some bizarre atmospheric anomaly, and I don’t even understand the fucking Belgian language.

I'm begging you, shut the fuck up!

I'm begging you, shut the fuck up!

But please, continue to bring the inanity.  Please, continue to waste the few remaining minutes of my precious life with your irritating tedium.  Please, continue to fill the internet with your amazingly mind-numbing blathering.

Seriously, I’m begging you.

Kindly. Shut.  The Fuck.  UP!

Thank you.