Billy: What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when I show you this picture?

Supa Dupa Slut: Fuck you.

B: That’s not very nice.

SD: Every guy that’s had some sick fantasy of fucking me in all my holes has just lost his boner. I betcha you still got yours, you sick fucker.

B: Actually, I simply cannot beat my meat to any porn I’ve made. In fact, I don’t beat it to porn at all.

SD: That’s bullshit. I know for a fact that you jerk it to No Way Am I Gay.

B: Why are you such a silly slut? Have you always been this way?

SD: Silly? Maybe not. But slut? Yes, definitely. I strongly agree.

B: You just scored a 45 out of 100 on an online self-esteem quiz. A total failure. How do you feel about that?

SD: At least I’m good at something — failing…and sucking dick, I guess.

B: You’re just OK at sucking dick.

SD: (Loudly laughing) That’s cause you get all your oral sex from men, and I can’t compete.

B: Why are you such a silly slut? Have you always been this way?

SD: Um, I have nothing to say. I say, good day!

B: Why do you get to my studio, jump on my computer, and look at things like self-esteem quizzes and IKEA furniture?

SD: Cause you do nothing for me. I have to preoccupy myself with something, or else I go into a deep state of depression. You make me sick.

B: That’s not nice. But then again, neither are buttercups. You love the smell of my ass. Admit it. And my musky ball sac. I love sneaking behind you and forcing my foul odors upon you.

SD: (Sighs). Billy. Do you realize lots of people read this? And you’re admitting, in every aspect, that you stink? Do you have low self-esteem?

B: Only when it comes to the size of my penis.

SD: It’s no one’s fault but your own that your an old, pervy cameraman with a wang that cannot compete with the Negroes that fill my cunt with cum.

B: Aw, just the girl I want to take home to mama.

SD: I have met your mom. And she liked me!

B: That’s true. You did. And she did!

SD: Your dad liked me too. I think a little extra.

B: That’s cause your enormously large, fake fun bags were hanging out of your shirt like they always do.

SD: I want to let everyone who reads your blog know that former school teacher Billy Watson just gave me a grammar lesson on the sentence above, and why there’s no comma between “fake” and “fun”. What a fucking tool you are! No wonder you whacks it to No Way Am I Gay.

B: “You whacks it”??

SD: God bless. I give up.