Drop. Fucking. Dead.
I don’t give a shit about your marriage, your divorce, or the battalion of clones that emerged from that uterine Chernobyl you call a womb. Get off my TV, find real jobs, go to counseling, and keep the kids’ interests first. Fail to do any of that, and may you both contract venereal diseases from your rebound fucks and die.
Honestly, Jon and Kate. Honestly…