 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Speaking for the regulars at on 09.11. at 00:50:20 - as answer to: Re: A problem by at >>>>>>>>On my body, size 9 Fruit of the Loop white briefs style undies, Size 40DD bra with 4 hooks, dirty old Birkenstock sandals, faded floral housedress. On my consol TV, Lawrence Welk. In my ashtray, half pack of Marlboro Menthol cig butts. Up my nose, hair, long enough to need trimming. On my chin, large brown mole. In my hair, rollers. In my sink, dishes (4 days's worth). Beside my computer, half eaten, 3 day old Whopper, empty bag of doritos and used kleenex tissue. In the air, stench of cheese, fish, and brownies (the GOOD kind). >>>! wow you even stole her signature image. clever clever clever.>>!! wow you even stole her signature image. clever clever clever.>!!! wow you even stole her signature image. clever clever clever. Isn't it all just so damned sad. I feel like opening up with an Uzi. Damned, damned, damned, damned, damned, damned, dastardly damned, damned, damned, damned, damned, dickhead damned, damned, damned, damned, damned, dumbass damned, damned, damned, damned, damned, double damned, damned, damned, damned, doomed, damned, damned, damned, damned, damned, damned, sh*t sticky dog breath rotting fish damned it all to hell!!!! We've lost it! Our fun place to hang out! It's all frigin mayhem all over! The dweebs have won! They've smoked it all out and the jig is up. We need to start again elsewhere. This place is damned all to hell! [and there was much rejoicing by the opportunistic sub-human dweebs] It's like the elementary school kid that got beat up by the Big Bully, sitting on the curb wiping the blood and running snot from his face. Then along come the kids who just didn't have the guts to do it themselves, tossing a punch or gob of spittle at the kid while passing by. No compassion. No respect. Just piss on him. Hell if a knife was laying there, why not stab him? So that's you. You useless f*cking piece of sh*t for brains. You cowardly moronic imbecibles. You've done your damage... go home, eat your pie, and move onto your next target of malicious undoings. F*ck You! Answers to this message:
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