This is Hilby's answer to: "how I broke up last summer". As you will kindly note, there is way too much text, indicating that she is hiding her actual pain behind the words. I think if there was less words, we would actually see the huge rusty bloody knife about to plunge into the spleen of her ex-idiot. Sadly and not suprisingly, there are no FUCKING tentacles. For shame! Therefore, with the smoke and mirrors of text, which i refuse to read (the letters just dance around like the Ompa Loompas), and the lack of any real substance (read as tentacles!), all I can figure out from this picture is that Hilby wears very short skirts, has no nose, and works at a restaurant that only serves book degrees (?) and the guy who has a monstrously guitar shaped penis does not want to fill his stupid pie hole with book-degrees today. He sure loves toching his guitar penis, doesn't he?