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The damn rat gave me an autograph and told me to burn in hell. Later, when I gave the autograph to my son, he started crying and whining and told me that he hated me, that I should die. Turns out the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ mouse didn't write his autograph, no, he wrote "you're a little ♥♥♥♥ and I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ your mom." I’m divorced now, and I’m planning a huge lawsuit against the little white devil who took everything in my life and destroyed it. Your time is up soon, Stuart. All the people you have humiliated, threatened and destroyed will rise up against you, you bastard.

I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hate Stuart Little. I know what you mean, this is certainly some kind of a joke, but no. Stuart Little is an epitome of ♥♥♥♥. The ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rat was chosen before the real kids in the foster home and he was supposed to be a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hero? And I can’t even tell you how many damn times I’ve seen a great parking spot just to turn around the edge and realize that Stuart Little is already parked there in his itchy little ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ convertible. He took my wife and kids and my house and my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ job. I swear, I'll take that damn rodent to hell with me. Stuart Little destroyed my family. Last summer, I approached the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rat on the street and asked him for an autograph because my son is a big fan.

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