Imagine being this moron.
You're a sad little Oofy Doofy, just going about your day when, suddenly, you come home and find your wife getting PLOWED by some faggot you know. Undoubtedly, since you're an ignoramus who actually bothered with marrying a whore, you CAN'T understand why this is happening to you. Still, you shockingly manage to muster up enough self-respect to know that you should be angry about this and that justice needs to be served. Unfortunately, the Oofy Doofy juices flood your mind and you think to yourself that the correct response is to grab a pair of scissors and do LITERALLY NOTHING other than yell at some cops about how you're going to kill them.
Of course, your wife—who is literally right there in front of you—will not be touched because "dats yo boy's mom," and you would never hurt a QUEEN such as her.
Finally, the cops arrive and you just tell them that you're going to kill them, do nothing, then charge outside to try and take down four cops when there was literally one seperated from the rest. Then, as you're lying on the floor, turned into swiss cheese, shuddering your last breaths in—some soycop comes over to your wife and tells her 'it's not your hecking fault queen, HE was responsible for his own actions.'
In reality, it literally was all her fault, and you know that she's just going to get over it and then be with the guy she cheated on you with.
Seriously, what was this guy thinking?
