Wow. Simply awful. Mindless. Numbing. Bullshit. It’s like all the air got sucked out of the threads.
Where to buy a bathing suit? Hmmmm. That’s a tough one. Way to ask the deep questions. If it gets any more meaningful, we may to convert to the religion of “Stupid”. Drink the stupid kool-aid, yes my pretties, drink it up.
Engagement pictures? Wedding help? Oh you poor darling dears. The engagement pictures are just going to be thrown out after the divorce. And that large expensive wedding your little Barbi heart desires? You could feed a small nation. Good to see you all have your priorities so darn straight. Way to be.
Nice try with “The Book That Changed Your Life”. Trying to class up an outhouse never really works darlin’. The picture may be pretty, but you still want to get out of there as fast as you possibly can. In other words, It may be a Monet. But it still smells like shit.
Yo, yo, yo, J-dog. I’m sure you’re getting tired of my requests for my work back, but I want it back. You urinal cake.
Where to buy a bathing suit? Hmmmm. That’s a tough one. Way to ask the deep questions. If it gets any more meaningful, we may to convert to the religion of “Stupid”. Drink the stupid kool-aid, yes my pretties, drink it up.
Engagement pictures? Wedding help? Oh you poor darling dears. The engagement pictures are just going to be thrown out after the divorce. And that large expensive wedding your little Barbi heart desires? You could feed a small nation. Good to see you all have your priorities so darn straight. Way to be.
Nice try with “The Book That Changed Your Life”. Trying to class up an outhouse never really works darlin’. The picture may be pretty, but you still want to get out of there as fast as you possibly can. In other words, It may be a Monet. But it still smells like shit.
Yo, yo, yo, J-dog. I’m sure you’re getting tired of my requests for my work back, but I want it back. You urinal cake.
Big pat on the rump,
Maxie
7 comments:
Just keeps getting better. The boards are not the same and not in a good way. I don't care what a chosen few have said!
The little brush I had with you was delightful. I thought you were inclusive, experienced, thoughtful, stimulating, frank, quick and clever. Above all, you were genuinely kind, which is NOT the same as gushing, cooing or being slyly unctious.
You did not know me and you were even-handed and warm. Some people who knew me even less insinuated or openly said the most vile, made-up and untrue shit.
Most didn't have a clue who Anais Nin is. Nor cared. You actually met her.
Thanks. Thanks for being the Soul you are. Perhaps you "made a mistake" for opening up about yourself and your past. But shit. Who else can you be?
Why should you be held responsible for bearing another's secreted, deepest, darkest fear? Why should someone pin their hate onto you? Or anyone?
I know you're Mad Max right now.
But if I may, I hope you channel your energy into something worthy of your time, energy and focus.
I continue to both acknowledge and admire you. Whoever you are.
Kindly,
Me
I have no blogs . . . . not who you think I am. Try again, more bile and invective, please. Where's the love?
and . . did you NOT read the TOS when you signed up?
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Actually I did read it. I don't feel asking for my work back is wrong.
Hide behind your name. No balls whatsoever.
Oh . . . and you are posting as your real name?
My name is Barbara Ryan.
What's yours?
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