This was what she said.....
"I hate you, Billie Joe . . .
It's not a usual thing for me to down right loathe someone I have never spoken to, more so met, in my entire life. But yet, Billie Joe has appeared to accomplish (what was once believed to be) the impossible. Because I utterly hate this man; if you could call him that. I hate him, I hate his band, and I hate how he reminds me of a deluded twelve year-old girl rather than a grown up man. What was he? 30? 40? I honestly couldn't care. I never totally despised Greenday (oops, Green Day!) before I joined Horseland, or before they released that song and video number "When September Ends". But now I hate them, because, well.. Nobody on Horseland can take another breath without typing something to the affect of how "hott" Billie Joe is.
Are you all nuts? No. Don't look at me with that perplexed look and giggle. I'm serious. How can you be attracted to a man who wears more make-up than Christina Aguilera? If you dated him, how would you feel safe when my eleven year old cousin could take him down in a fight? Perhaps he's never done anything socially humiliating like the Beastie Boys with that sasquatch allegory; but that's an entirely different rant for a different day.
This man is the female version of Avril Lavigne and about a thousand times more annoying. Why? Because Avril doesn't act like she's America's punk-rock martyr. Please, Billie Joe and Greenday (woops! Green-space-Day), get over yourself and move past those ridiculous war-rendition music videos. Because you've obviously brain-washed My Chemical Romance into making a cheaper, shorter version of the "When September Ends" video.
If I were to meet Billie Joe, and if I were to stick around long enough to come within a twenty foot radius of him; I'd love to ask why all of their songs sound identical. Because, to me, they do--and they all also make my ears bleed. That's not a good sign, because I've heard some pretty poorly done songs in my life time. Like.. my brother's singing, for one. Or his flute.
In conclusion, rap beats Green Day. Rap beats all punk-rock/emo/screamo/etc. So.. mwahahaha! (I sure do end on a strong note.)
PS: Billie Joe is the ugliest man-thing I've ever laid my eyes upon. Ever.
PPS: Just.. ew. Ew ew ew.
PPPS: Ahahaha! Greenday, Greenday, Greenday. I'll spell it however I like."
This was what i wrote back, lol.....
"Okay...whoever that was...THEY NEED TO FUCKING DIE.
1) BILLIE JOE IS TOO HOTT!!!!
2) EYELINER ON GUYS IS HOTT!!!!
3) RAP?
!!!! Are you FUCKING kidding me?! Okay, rap basically covers three areas: black guys bitching about the fact that their girls left them, but they don't want to sound like a baby, so they make it into, "Yo, whatup dawg! My bitch jus' ran away and I took her down!"; black guys just talking about SEX, which is completely shallow; and the fact that they call it music, when all it is, basically, are guys talking and making it into a beat. No tune, nothing. It's BLAND.
4) At least Green Day says things that actually MATTER in their songs. It proves that they're actually concerned about the world.
5) Billie Joe does NOT act like he's the king of the world or whatever she said! The FANS were the ones that made him king of the world, he's just playing the part! For all musicians or actors, it's the fans that make them who they are, it's the fans that make them famous.
7) That girl should go fall off a cliff, cuz punk rock is definitely the greatest genre of music.
There, I'm done ranting. I'm sorry; but I feel very strongly for this. That girl sorta went over the line. I mean, I understand if she expressed her feelings, but she didn't have to insult Green Day and their work (AND their fans!) in the process."
'Cause like...duh. 
happiness is like peeing your pants. everybody can see it but only you can feel the warmth"
!!!! Are you FUCKING kidding me?! Okay, rap basically covers three areas: black guys bitching about the fact that their girls left them, but they don't want to sound like a baby, so they make it into, "Yo, whatup dawg! My bitch jus' ran away and I took her down!"; black guys just talking about SEX, which is completely shallow; and the fact that they call it music, when all it is, basically, are guys talking and making it into a beat. No tune, nothing. It's BLAND.