wtf does my marital status have to do with anything, you piss-ant, no-account, lowlife, dumbsh!t, troll?
And, yeah, I'm single, divorced, actually, but very much involved with an incredible woman the likes of whom you could never know... and I'll be marrying her soon... and living (quite happily) with her right now.
As for any pent up frustration, that's called stress... you know, the resistance of the urge one feels to knock the living [bleep] out of those you really need it... particularly inbred, horse-theivin', Texican lowlifes...
Your village is still on the line, dipsh!t... why don't you get on back under that bridge you crawled out from under... so the swamp things can have their daddy/uncle/brother/play-toy back, and so your hometown can have just one more inbred idiot to round out the lot...
