Happens Every Time She Watches The O'Reilly Factor

Quick-walking woman leaving voice mail: Hey, it's me. I need you to call me as soon as you get this. I have never wanted to chop someone's dick off as much I as I do right now. He is a low-down lying piece of shit, and I hope he fucking dies. I mean, a fucking tractor-trailer could run his fucking sonofabitch ass over and I would be perfectly fine. Okay, talk to you soon, I love you!

--Myrtle Beach, South Carolina