For ladies who have been to the studio in the past two years or been to any of the Speakeasy Burlesque shows- you've probably met Clau. She's possibly one of the nicest people you've ever met. She's bubbly, funny, creative, eccentric and beautiful. She's helped transform many a self conscious woman into a fucking rock star.
And then this happened:
Excuse me while I throw up in my EYEBALLS for a minute...
First of all, Jacob Hansen, you're a fucking gash of a human being.
You're everything wrong with our internet culture. I wish you weren't hiding behind your tacky douche glasses, not to mention your computer - so that I could smother you with my equally curvaceous (catastrophic) ASS. Never, EVER, is it ok to attack anyone for no reason whatsoever.
Obviously, you're pretty dedicated in your hate towards women - because after you failed to get a response, you just kept GOING. Round of applause everyone! This guy just won Shit Bag of the year! Does it make you feel good to hate on women? Do you feel better about yourself? I fucking hope so... Because if I ever meet you, I'm going to tear you a new one.
Second, I understand people have bad days and sometimes someone's got to pay for it. She probably reminds you of a girl who laughed at your tiny dick, or your mother that never made you feel good enough, or your boss that makes more money than you. Maybe she just reminds you that no matter how much you go to the gym you'll still never have anything remotely as attractive or charming as a fucking PERSONALITY... So you took it out on Clau. I can understand that.
But understand this; don't ever, EVER fuck with GOOD PEOPLE. All actions have consequences, and your petty, cruel mistake is something I hope haunts you. I can call you names all I like - but people will judge you for who you are; and in these messages you've bared your sad, desperate, worthless soul.