What’s a polite way to tell someone you hope they get mauled by a bear?

I hope you can hear me thinking about you.

Offering someone food, and secretly hoping, they don’t want it.

Dear liars, I hope every pair of pants you own are on fire.

I don’t flirt, I just say weird things and hope something sticks.

Me leaving the house: I hope I don’t see anyone.

I don’t hate you, but I hope you run out of hot water before you’re finished your shower.

I hope Google never goes down. I know like six, maybe seven, things.

Blocking isn’t enough, I hope your pillow never has a cold side.

I hope the babies I was born with at the hospital are doing good.

I hope all of you get laid and not laid off this year. Amen.

I am half agony, half hope.

Wishing all the contacts in my phone “Merry Christmas, I hope you get what you deserve” and just letting that work itself out.

I hope your day is as nice as my ass.

I hope “be the light you want to see in the world” doesn’t refer to Molotov Cocktails.

I hope this email kills us both.

I hope this email finds you at relative peace with the paradox of existence.

If parallel universe exist, I hope the other me is doing well.

I hope this email finds you in a well.

I took the road less traveled because I was hoping not to run into anyone I know along the way.