i am in therapy for my issues, but that's doesn't mean they aren't real

Happy Valentines Day, nimrods.  And I don't mean nimrods, as defined as, mighty hunters; and I wouldn't have to explain that if you weren't nimrods.  My therapist says that I love you all, I just don't know how to deal with that emotion, so I suppress it and then redirect the suppressed and confused emotion as venomous anger.  I explain this so that I have a documented and published mental illness alibi as I take careful aim, with my crap cannon, at jimmy's stupid dog...EAT CRAP YOU FOUR-LEGGED SATAN'S LAPDOG...literally. Boom.