2 July 08 - I NEED YOUR HELP! WRITE TO YOUR CONGRESSMEN!
Current mood: worried
Category: News and Politics

Rarely do I write serious blogs without teh funny, but this is a serious subject and I need your help.

HR 6331 is a bill introduced to congress that would amend titles XVIII and XIX of the Social Security Act to extend expiring provisions under the Medicare Program, to improve beneficiary access to preventive and mental health services, to enhance low-income benefit programs, and to maintain access to care in rural areas, including pharmacy access.

Both of Kentucky's Senator's, Jim Bunning and Mitch McConnell voted NO on this bill last week and it has since been sent back to the floor to vote on at a later date.

PLEASE, contact both senators and let them know it would be a mistake not to vote for this bill.

So, if you're not from Kentucky, this is how your Senators voted:

16 Jun 08 - WHAT IS MORE PATHETIC?
Current mood: jedi
Category: Blogging

What is more pathetic? 

1.  That I am up way past my bedtime playing on the computer?

2. That I'm up past my bedtime playing on the computer looking for old friends?

3.  That I'm up past my beditime, playing on the computer looking for old frienemies?

4.  That I'm up past my bedtime, playing on the computer, looking for old frienemies so I can compare "lives" and see who's sucks more?

5. That I'm jealous of all my friends that have lives with families?

6.  That I just realized I haven't taken my meds, thus causing me to be dillusional, but not really so I'm lying, I just forgot to take my meds and want to blame my kookiness on the lack of prescription medication in my bloodstream?

7.  That when I go to the tanning bed, I try to get my face really red so it's harder to see all my zits after I squish the white icky stuff out of them?

8.  That when re-dressing at the tanning bed, I got a little upset when I broke a toenail?

9.  That my options for dinner were pb&j, fish, kidney beans or hot dogs?  They were fat-free hot dogs and sucked ass.  That is my final answer.

10.  That I took a pregnancy test this morning and was both relieved and sad when it was negative?

11.  That I try to plan the time I leave for work in the morning to coincide with the time a guy from Ohio who lives in the next building leaves his apartment to go to work, and even though I haven't really seen him up close looks a little cute, but is kind of going bald?

12.  That I got sad when I heard that Tim Russert died and cried when watching people share their stories about him, especially the guy who named his son after him?

13.  That I also cried and was sad when David Bloom died in 2003 while covering the Iraq war with the troops?



So what is more pathetic?  You decide.  I'm going to go play my DS and fall asleep eventually.

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12 Jun 08 - I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, CUNTFACE
Current mood: angsty
Category: Blogging

So, I now know who exactly it was that resulted in my getting fired from ACS. Even though it's no longer a big deal that I don't work there, and I have a decent job, I am a little upset. 

I'm upset because I was at a decent job with good insurance and really cool people around me.  Now, I still have a decent job, I don't work with any cool people.  In fact, most of them are lame and they suck.  I won't say much more because the crazy cuntfaced freak who got me fired from ACS might find out where I work now and try to get me fired from THERE too.

Wanna  know who it is?  It's her . .

Really Julia?  Really?  You didn't have anything else to worry about, like where your next tattoo or peircing was going? 

Were you really, seriously, afraid that I would come in and shoot up the place?  Because I call bullshit.  You are a retarded cunt and if I ever see you, I will rip that stupid nose ring out of your busted face.  I promise.  And I live really close to ACS if you want to test me.

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28 May 08 - DAMMIT! DAMMIT! SONOFABITCH!!!
Current mood: disgusted
Category: Blogging

First, I hate the way that sometimes my computer goes back a page just because I touch the touch pad wrong.  What the piss is that about?  I just lost half of the blog I wrote!  Fucking hell!

As if I wasn't mad enough, thank you blog, for disappearing.  Okay, I wasn't really mad before, I just am ticked off that I have to try and remember the shit I just wrote.

So anyway, I'm so kicking myself in the ass today over what happened.  What happened?  (Other than my atrocious typing skills)  Well let me tell you.

Like every other normalish morning, I was listening to the Morning Mash Up on Sirius during my drive, erm, sit in traffic to work time.  One of the djs said that this Friday, David Cook was going to be hanging out with them.  Sweet!

I went inside to work and my mind started to wander, as usual.  Well, it wandered instead of shutting down and taking a nap.  I wondered what would be the best and fastest way to send an email to the Morning Mash Up with a question for David Cook.  A way that in which my email would actually be read in a timely manner.  Like before the interview.

During my 11 A.M. break, I sent a myspaz message to one of the dj's on the show, with whom I've myspazzed with before, asking the best way to go about sending in my question.  Of course, my emails are packed with wit and humor, to make them extra awesome.  So I had to include that due to my A.D.D, I'm such an incoherant spaz when on the phone, it'd be easier to just write an email.

Message sent, break over, and I went back inside and stuck my nose in my computer screens and did more slave labor.  Yippee!

We don't really get a lunch break, so I checked my messages during second break at 3 P.M.  I was kind of excited to see that Ryan had written me back!  Until I read the message.  He apparently responded to my myspaz message not long after I sent it and said that if I had a question to send it to him NOW, as they were about to interview David Cook in a few minutes.  That message was send around 12:30ish.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Now I am kicking my own ass for missing such a cool chance to ask David Cook a question!  Why didn't I check my shiz during "lunch"?  WHY?!?!? 

So, 3 hours too late, I sent a reply, pondering if I should quit my job because they had just ass raped me.  Well, if it weren't for their stupid "no internet" rules, I could have checked my myspace and responded time appropriate!  Bastards.

What was the question I was so hoping to be able to ask Mr. David Cook?  Well shut the fuck up and I'll tell you.

I was going to ask, with his overwhelming almost instant fame was he at all concerned about having stalkers?

Why this question?  Well, haha, yeah.  Since the conclusion of American Idol, I've been finding myself tivoing all the shows with a David Cook appearance.  I've joined his friend's list on myspaz and youtube, and have loaded some vids on youtube of, you guessed it. 

So, the other night I noticed that I was starting to creep myself out a bit when I began to think about getting tickets to see the Idol Tour when they come to Lexington in August, so I could get a chance to actually MEET him.

Yeah, so thankfully I possess the qualities of knowing boundaries and extreme behavior.  I am also gifted with reality and knowing how to stay in touch with it.  Alas, not everyone is so blessed and kind of creepy could easily turn into psycho stalker.

You and I know how crazy bitches be!  What's to stop them from taking their obsession a step farther?  Don't you watch Bones?  Did you see how that crazy chick thought Booth was her boyfriend because he was being nice to her?  Then she followed him and took pictures and when he didn't acknowledge her, she shot him (accidentally.  She was aiming for Bones and he jumped in the way.)

So, here I am, sulking because I was SO close to being just that much more awesome.  Oh well.  Maybe it would have been awesome overload?  I  may never know.

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21 May 08 - OH. MY. G O D!!!!
Current mood: ecstatic
Category: Blogging

I can't fucking believe this.  So I'm watching the American Idol finale, and they just annouced the winner.  I was so sure it was going to be David Archuleta, and was BLOWN AWAY when David Cook WON!  OMG!  OMG!

How in the holy piss did this happen?  How big of a dork am I that I'm crying right now because this is awesome? LOL

I mean, I feel bad for D.Archuleta because his dad is probably going to kill him, then open fire on America for not making his son the American Idol.

I can't believe people actually voted with sense and got it right!  To top it off, Simon actually apologized to D.Cook for his comments last night, as he said he was "Verging on disrespectful" with him and he didn't think D.Cook deserved that.  Yeah, he actually apologized!

Well, that's when the tears started streaming because I thought, well fucking great.  He apologizes NOW, and David is going to lose and Mr.Gaspy is going to win.  But no!  I was shocked when that little frosted fruit loop Seacrest, called David Cook as the winner!

I'm so excited!  I feel like a leetal school gurl! Ha!

The entire show wasn't all bad either.  I mean, except for the Jonas Brothers, there were some class acts performing, like ZZ Top, Donna Summer, Seal, and even George Michael (who looks really odd at his old age.)

I can log off in peace now, with the small belief that the world actually isn't full of morons. 

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20 May 08 - BITCHES BE CRAZY, YO!
Current mood: relaxed
Category: Blogging

Well, I started writing this blog about 2 hours ago, but got side tracked with American Idol.  Ya'll know I love my AI, but fuck this show pisses me off!  I know tomorrow, David Archuletta aka "Gaspy" is going to be the fucking winner and that sucks. 

It sucks because he has a really great voice and is really talented, but I don't see him as the iconic "American Idol" figure.  They hold everyone up to the Kelly Clarkson standard, since she did so well after winning first season's Idol.  The only other Idol winner's music I've purchased is, oh yeah, no one's.  I like a few of Carrie Underwood's songs, but never enough to buy a CD, or a song from iTunes.

So, go ahead American Idol, and pick your David Archuletta winner.  His sales are going to tank faster than Ruben Studdard on a Jenny Craig diet.

I would love for David Cook to win because I like his sound, and his originality.  I like how he makes songs you know, into his own.  I've already purchased 3 of his songs from iTunes because I liked them so much.  And because I'm such a cheapskate, I pirated 3 more from LimeWire. HA!

I think Cook will have the success as Daughtry.  Maybe NOT winning is the new winner?  Like I fucking know.  What I do know, is once David Cook drops his album, I'mma buy that bitch!

I didn't intend for this blog to be about American Idol, but it kind of fit, so I went with it.  Plus I was angry, and I just had to blog it out, yo!

On to other bitches. . .

The bitches I work with, man, they are SOME kind of bitches!  It seems like I work with a group of people who hate being there.  A few of them are actually okay, and friendly, but fucking hell, you'd think I fucked their sons and raped their daughters with a strap on they way they look at me sometimes.

Maybe it's not me?  Maybe their face is permantly stuck in the scowl position and they can't help it?  I know for sure I can't trust a single one of those bitches to not snitch on me.

See, we have interweb access, but are only allowed to use it for work purposes.  Then they scare us with, "oh the big bad IT guy does a scan to check what sites you visit. " blah blah bullshit.  What the fuck ever.   If humpty Steve wants to question why I went to www.wendys.com then he can. 

Anyway, since I don't internet surf, I use my crackberry.  I get online and visit lexmojo and check my mail.  I also text my homies.  Well, if I'm having a shit or slow day, I open my drawer and sneak a message.  Apparently the spies in the office hate me and tattle every time they see me.

Even when I'm on break I get questions, "Who are you talking to on there all day?"  Yeah, they are called FRIENDS.  Remember those?  You probably had some before you got married and old.

So, now I go for walks around the neighborhood and text where no one can see me.  I would go into the shitter, but since there is only one, people get tired of waiting for me to come out.

Well, today I listened to some Ricky Gervais podcasts and was laughing my jiggly arse off!  I thought for sure I'd be busted and get in trouble for random bursts of laughter.  I mean, it's not like I was watching a movie, again.  Plus I was still working. 

Now, even though he's a dood, my dad is one crazy bitch!  He cracks me up sometimes, and other times I just want to wring his neck.  He gets more mood swings than a woman.  We had an argument a few weeks ago, over NOTHING.  Because of our fight, he thought I was never going to talk to him again, so he left me a letter on my windshield.  Drama queen!

We made up, now he's been telling me about his bathroom problems.  "Not when I pee, you know, the other," is what he tells me.  Yeah, dad, I'm 31, you can say poop or stool to me and I'll know what you mean.

He had me a little worried today.  I think he's getting like my mother because he told me a story of when he was a kid, he thinks he saw aliens.  Or maybe he thinks he was abducted by aliens, or they did something to him?  Oi, I have no clue.  Guess this is what I have to look forward to in about 30 years.  Yippie!

Continuing my topic of crazy bitches, a few weeks ago I was in a fight with one.  A real fight, with punches and shit.  I didn't blog about it then, because I knew that's what some people were hoping for.  Like I'm going to give anyone THAT satisfacion!  HA!

So, here's what happened.  The girl I blogged about a few months ago, that was acting trampish at a bar with her boyfriend and I told him to watch his back, yeah, well she got her feelings hurted and tried to call me out about calling her a whore.

Well, okay, if you see something or hear something someone has said about you, be it matter of fact or opinion, and you get mad about it, then it must be true. Right?  I mean, if it's not true, then fuck it, let it go.  But nooooo, she called me out as soon as she saw me and said if I were to start rumors about her, to make sure they were true.

Well, leading up to that point, I had drank 2 large assed fucking margaritas with a lot of tequila, and a few glasses of beer, along with a muscle relaxer chaser.  I know, shut up.  Hey, it's my Friday ritual, to ease the pain in my back.  The muscle relaxer, not all the alcohol.

So, by the time I get to this place, I'm pretty fucking drunk.  I have no idea what I said to that girl, but she wouldn't stay out of my face.  I kept walking away from her, I think I sang a song, and drank some more, and smoked a few cigarettes, but she wouldn't go away. 

Finally I said something to her and she punched me in the jaw.  Hey, I'm still on probation (ending this month) and I'm not about to go to jail for some crazy person.  Plus, I never throw the first punch, I learned that in college.  (What, what Kellie!!?? LOL  That bitch Shannon went down!)

Anyway, at the time, I was about to light a cigarette and she hit me, well I keep trying to light my cigarette and think I swung back, but kept trying to hold on to my cigarette and bit the inside of my lip.  When I realized it was gone, I held my lighter in my hand and just started hitting.

Not too long after, the fight was broken up.  I had a couple of scratches on my chest and my arm, and of course, my lip was bleeding from the inside, but I didn't know it until I started tasting metal.  That's always lovely.

Well, I fixed my hair and went back to drinking.  She left quickly after, with what looked like a black eye and bruised side of the face.

I don't really remember much else, other than getting some neosporin from PR, then going home and feeling like I was going to vomit, but passed out instead.

The next day I woke up and my bottom lip was kind of puffy, which was cool because I didn't have to pay for collagen injections to get that look. Ha!

So, last weekend, when I went out, I had to bring some pepper spray, just in case some bitches went crazy again.  Seriously.  I got a letter from the probation office, called Kentucky Alternative Programs here, and this is my last month of probation suckaz!  So, in an effort not to fuck up while still on probation, I brought my pepper spray.

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12 May 08 - HOW TO GIVE A CAT A HAIRCUT
Current mood: relieved
Category: Pets and Animals

Okay, no.  Not that kind of hair cut.  I got a wild hair up my ass and decided to give fatty Elton a haircut.  I had a few reasons for doing this, aside from a wacky adventure.  He sheds like crazy, and has really bad dandruff.  Seriously.  Aside from him letting me shampoo him with Head N Shoulders, the only thing I could think of was to cut his hair.

This is Elton before the hair cut.

The first thing I did was grab the kitty.  That part was easy.  Next, I grabbed the clippers and began to shave the kitty.  Not so easy.  Kitty freaked out.

Turns out, kitty has a LOT of hair.  And kitty doesn't like the sound of the clippers.  Kitty does not like this at ALL.  Giving him a haircut is like wrestling an alligator, only smaller, and using one hand.

The first night was a failure.  The batteries died, and they didn't do a very good job.  Kitty looked pretty rediculous.

Tip:  use electric clippers and those made for animals, not people.

The next day, I went out and bought plugy in clippers made for animals.  I got an even cooler kind that sucks the hair as it cuts.  Kind of like the Flowbee.  It sucks, as it cuts! Ha!

I grab badly shaven kitty to finish the job and do it right.  Kitty doesn't like these clippers either.  In fact, I think he hates them more.

Kitty starts to get really really mad, especially when I go for his hind legs, near his harbls.   He kind of looked like this. . .

Tip:  Wear long sleeves, particulary a sweatshirt or something thick that kitties teeth can not penetrate.

Tip:  Get a friend to help or SEDATE the kitty.

We fought for a long time until I felt we needed a break.  I gave him some soft food as a bribe, but he wasn't buying it.

I'm thankful he only bit me and drew blood once, and didn't tear my eyes out.  He only has his back claws, but that little fucker knows how to use them.

I think the finishing process took about 2 hours because we fought most of the time.  Then Johnny kept running in to save Elton, because Elton was making vile noises and sounded as if I were killing him.

Tip:  Grap kittah by the nape of their neck to prevent biting and screeching sounds. 

I think my neighbors think I was molesting my cat because I kept saying, "Calm down, it's almost over," and "The more you fight it, the longer it will take," and "You are only making this worse."  Oh and "I'm not hurting you, you big baby!"

Not wanting to inadvertantly kill my kittah or cause him to stroke out, I finished.  It's not the greatest, but hey, I did my best.  Here are the final pictures of my kittah.

Of course, now I can see where he was getting nicked and that probably hurt, but he got over it and only hated me for a little while.

Now he loves me again!  Plus I've been bribing him by giving him soft food.  But it's worth it.  He hasn't been shedding and he looks so skinny too!  Even though he is grey.

I think I'll keep him like this for the summer, that is if he'll let me trim him when his hair starts to grow out.

I'm not going to do the other cat.  For one, he doesn't need it because he doesn't shed and his fur is thin.  For two, if I did do it, it would be to punish his crazy kittah ass from being psycho.

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22 April 08 - I’M THE DRAMA QUEEN, BITCH! WHERE’S MY CROWN?
Current mood: amused
Category: Blogging

This isn't really a Blog of Shame, but it's along those lines.  Well, it includes lots of drama.  More for my personal reasons, and because I find these things hilarious, I am about to post a hotbox conversation had earlier between myself and some dumb bitch that likes to contradict herself.  Really, I'm just posting it for the laughs because I love you all and know you will love me for it. 

Scene:  Last night in the forums, I said this about some silly argument that was going on

"Oh hell not another arguement in here? :rolls eyes:

I won't repost who said what, because you can all go back a page or two and read it your damn selves, but saint wins spakee loses. "

And was later met with this response from "Sparklee"

"Seriously though BT I didn't realize it was a competition but thanks for your 2 cents. I wasn't just talking about this thread I was talking about how often he is talking about the drama there but is always there and I don't even get to see the drama. (Prolly cause I am drunk and touching people.) But I didn't think there was even a fight. I like Saint okay, but I am gonna say what I think regardless if I have "followers" or not. "

Okay, I know half of that didn't make sense to you.  Don't worry, not just to you.  This crazy person rarely makes sense about anything.

So I reply with:

"Really? You didn't know it was an arguement? Really? Then why were you arguing about it?

and I don't even get to see the drama. (Prolly cause I am drunk and touching people.)

Or prolly cause you're starting it? Just sayin... "

So this morning, I got this lovely, incoherent hotbox message from "Sparklee":

"Apparently there may be something we need to discuss. I don't recall ever even having a conversation with you. I guess you like to believe what you hear, and that's all fine and good. But the next time someone goes to attack you at Survivors I won't stand in his way. Believe it or not I stop drama from going in your direction cause I don't want to have to deal with it. Wes knows you tell everyone and I mean everyone how bad in bed he was and how small his penis is. Everytime we see you I stop him from telling you what he thinks because I hate drama. So I suggest you back the fuck up off of me cause I am not one of these lil kids that plays games. I have never done or said anything shitty to you. But that could change quick, and I really would hate for that to happen because we have never even spoken. You are entitled to your own opinions about me and Wes and whoever else you want. But Wes never had an unkind thing to say about you until the 5th person came up saying that you were talking shit about him. And if he was sooooooo bad in bed why did you continue to call and text him?!? He is one of the nicest guys out there and for you of all people to be trashing him is fucking rediculous. I want to end this on a positive note because I am really trying to find a reason to stay on this site... Please feel free to reply, blacklist, post it or what have you. But why don't you try speaking to me before making quick decisions. I am actually quite nice (sometimes) and I hate drama. I would rather us talk then to have another person on here that is a "follower" not even give me a chance to get to know me. And if I were you I would quit talking about Wes because I am not going to stand in his way anymore when he sees you. And if you haven't noticed there are alot more people around that like him than you. Hopefully you take this message as it is intended and not as me trying to start shit. This is intended to open lines of communication so that we don't have to have this blow up one night over drinks. We are both strong women and I really don't want this to get outta hand."

I know, right!?  I didn't have time for this nonsensical bullshit, so I quickly responded with:

"I have a lot to say but am not going to waste my time. As for wes and his small penis oh wells. He can say something to me if he wants about it not like I'm lying or anything. What I say has consequences, big deal. No one ever asked you to be my "protector" so get off your high horse. "

Well, that's about as clever as I can be while texting from my phone in the early morning.  She responded because ya can't let the "big bad meanie" get the last word, right?  Well, here's what she had to say:

"I have never tried to protect you. I just don't like drama. I know you hear all this shit on here but I learned something a long time ago and maybe it will be beneficial to you now. Don't believe anything you hear and only half of what you see. I really don't want to argue with you or continue with this if you only wanna have a pissing match. Clearly you are the one on the high horse. I try to solve things not make them worse by being bitchy. But like I said if you wanna be a follower that is all your business. I personally prefer to think for myself and now I can at least have an opinion about you not based on others hearsay. Wes is a really nice guy and its sad that you feel the need to do that to him. If you haven't noticed I am loyal to a fault to my friends so I really hope you have something a lil nicer to say the next time we are out. "

Asking for a lot there, huh?  Anyone else see why I find this hilarious?

My response:

"I really don't know who the fuck you think you are talking to but contrary to what you think, I formed my own opinion of you just by reading what you write and how you act. I don't know who I'm supposedly "following" but surprise, its no one. I think for myself and follow no one. I came to the conclusion I don't like you all by my itty bitty self! so whatever deliusions you may have are just that, deliusions. "

Okay really.  This whole nonsense was started for no reason and is still going for no reason other than her personal need for drama.  Well, bitch I'm the drama queen and you just walked into my court. 

Her last email of the day was this:

"I am really glad that you are able to be an adult about this situation. And you have never spoken to me, maybe you have seen me in Survivors drinking but other than that there has been no contact. I am sorry that you feel this way. But clearly you have your opinion and you're sticking with it. If you do decide to be a lil open minded and maybe want to have a conversation with me that doesn't include this shanigans my hotbox is always open."

I waited until I got home to answer her so I could get a feel of the entire picture, because evidentally I was still missing some parts of the conversation from earlier.  Hey, it's hard to grasp everything on a 3 inch cell phone screen and a lil keyboard.

Once composed I set up my last reply of the day as follows:

"Oh holy piss! You are one crazy dumbass! If you knew how to be an adult about anything, half of your first message wouldn't have even been written. Like "So I suggest you back the fuck up off of me cause I am not one of these lil kids that plays games."

Oh really? I'm scared now! LOL You really are pathetic and I feel sorry for you.

See, I didn't really pay attention to your stupid little emails, because, well, they were from you, and two, I had more important things to do.

"I have never done or said anything shitty to you. But that could change quick, and I really would hate for that to happen because we have never even spoken."
Don't care if you have or have not, but are you threatening to DO something to me? Because I'm not one of those scared little bitches that let you get away with saying something threatening like that to them. I'll actually do something about it. Yes, that WAS a threat. So, if you want it, bitch, you got it.

If Wes has something to say to me, he can say it. I'm not using you as a go-between for anything. I don't care what you know or think you known in that aspect, and however much egging on of the situation you are doing, you won't get anything else out of me. So save it.

"and I hate drama."
That is really funny, considering you always put yourself in the middle of it! Wow, you are pathetic. LOL

"I would rather us talk then to have another person on here that is a "follower" not even give me a chance to get to know me."

Have I mentioned that not everyone is an automoton? Some of us actually made up our own minds and decided we don't like you. It's just a coincidence that we happen to be friends! By the way, who is our "leader"? You know, since we are all "followers" LOL

"And if I were you I would quit talking about Wes because I am not going to stand in his way anymore when he sees you."

Oooooh, wow. You are SO right! Thanks mom! I'm so glad he has his big bad girlfriend to take up for him!

"And if you haven't noticed there are alot more people around that like him than you."
Yeah, you're right again! Gosh! Because I never have people around me that like me. That would make too much since!! Keep your enemies closer!!!

"Hopefully you take this message as it is intended and not as me trying to start shit. "
Ever heard of the term, double talker? You should look it up. Really. Seriously.

"This is intended to open lines of communication so that we don't have to have this blow up one night over drinks. "
Right. So, wait, what was that you said? Oh yeah "So I suggest you back the fuck up off of me cause I am not one of these lil kids that plays games."
Why would one EVER misconstrue THAT?

Wow, are you really this retarded? "

So yeah, does anyone know what this shit was about? LOL  Some guy got mad because when I got drunk a few times I had some laughs about his baby penis and his big girlfriend is all taking up for him, but I don't give a flying piss what she says because I don't really like her anyway?  Does that sum it up or did I miss something?  I mean, other than her misuse of the word "shenanigans"?

Oh and I apologize for the horrid spelling.  It's hard to spell check your stuff when you're on a crackberry.  And I don't know how to spell argument.

Anyways, hope you all laughed as much as I did!! 

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14 Apr 08 - BT’S BLOG O’ SHAME ON THE COMEBACK!
Category: Blogging

Oooh it's been a long time coming, but I've got some juicy shit for you guys!  I tell you it was well worth the wait!

Meesa, this is for you girlfriend!

The following is a conversation which transpired via hotbox on lexingtonmojo Saturday night.  I don't know why I even responded.  I guess I was feeling froggy.  So enjoy!

Him = YOu fuckni tramp. I want my goddamn dildo back. You and larry brought the heat on my uncle tom parsons. Something is vicious on these streets you know what it is? ME motherfucker. Im dancing with six hos right now so let me know if you wanna live or not. 

Me = Fine! I'll give you your dildo back, just leave my dog alone! Oh wait, that was your face.

Him = Your pretty funy. Wanna make sharpies?

Me = Only if I can stab you in the ear with one.

Him = Ill make you a deal. YOu stab me in the ear and ill stab you in the vagina with my cock....how about it?

Me = Sorry, no deal. I generally turn down guys with baby penises. I suggest you continue looking. Thanks for playing.

Him = They aint no one playing shit here love money either ride or die which one

Me = Hmmm...either have sex with you or die? I'll choose death, that should be more pleasant.

Him = shit you got me fucked up if you think dying is better or you could do both die by choking on the cock

Me = Please, kill me now so I'm no longer subjected to your ignorance.

And if I got anywhere near your cock, without laughing myself into a coma, I would probably just chop the lil thing off and do the world some justice by preventing you from procreating.

Thanks again.

Him = how do you get that I have a small cock