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- karmasurfer
- Just your basic immortal/bon vivant/raconteur/iconoclast/libertine/ Bacchanalian/ tilter at windmills/spiritual warrior trying to define the universe in a simple equation.
7 comments:
You're a phreak! LoL!
Hey There Little Man,
Wazzup in your world? Ah, don't answer that, I know nothing has changed with you for years. Moving forward, I don't spend any time on you, you said two things truthfully since I've known you and they are 1.) You're not even a footnote in my life and 2.) I'll always land on my feet runnning! I've seen a bit of your pathetic garbage, a few months back, but I didn't bother to read it, I just laughed. A lot. But today a friend of mine wrote me an email, all centering around the sudden death of a friend of ours and I wanted to spend like a mini-second tellin' ya something. Your entire theory of how many hits your website got is wrong, the world needs dreamers!! Here's the deal, at the time, I put a sitemeter on my website, which is totally in tact and nothing that you or anyone else did has made me have to relinquish what you have noted as "years of work." It's only off one letter, even a sub-human intelligent being coulda figured that one out, LoL. Anyway, my website is on lockdown and yea, it's party because of that fat crazy biatch from web-tv, Elly and her friend, Debbie, who was John's ex-giflrfiend, EX, when I started to see him and YOU would go into my website and I didn't feel comfortable with you guyz around. Elly even took pictures out of there and posted them in her pathetic little alt.discuss group on web-tv as if MY life was HERS! Sick, scary sick. Now Elly, the phat chick, Shamrock, has this dreamed up world of things she did with John that just didn't happen, her phat azz was never on the back of any of John's Harleys but hey, the world needz dreamers, right?!? To the point, I really hate to spend any time on you but this I feel is for my own benefit. I repeat, I simply added a link to your website to my website and you got hits, there's no long, drawn out theory of espionage. Only in your small mind. I also like Mary a lot, dunno what she's doing with you and you should NOT have cheated on her. Does she know what a loser you are? Well, she probably just ignores it. I was there, remember. I was there for my own closure, not to sleep with you but nah, you just can't be faithful to any one woman. Hide those motel receipts, if Mary finds out that you're payin' over $200.00 a nite to get laid, she's gonna be pissed, especially knowing what a cheap little chit you are. HAHA!
I find it funny, humorous, actually, that you happened upon cyber trash from a decade ago and changed it around to suit yourself, since the rest of your website is wasted gibberish, it didn't surprise me, how many cronicles can you cut, copy and paste? Doesn't that bore you? Ahh, you don't remember because you were too drunk. Have you cleaned out the bottom of your bedroom closet yet? There must be two hundred bottles of that cheap gin, at least when I liked you, I'd buy you the good stuff, tobacco, too. Sushi, too. I don't even blame you for putting me on the highway the night of my bad wreck, you have to live with all of that garbage but know this, you don't matter to me or to anyone that does matter to me. Everyone's got your email addy blocked, they're sick of your childish bullchit. Me, I dunno what's wrong with you. Talk to your Mom lately? Your sister? And who's got a phucking problem? Well, I have to get back to ONE FANTASTIC life and I'm baking a cake for my Mom's birthday tomorrow, since I only weight a little over 100 lbs, I could use a little cake myself! Now, can you please crawl back into the hole that you came out of, don't be so upset because I can't tell the difference when you have a hard on or when your little dick is soft. That's not my fault! Take it light, chit, take it any way that you can get it! But for once in your life, you oughta try sticking to the factz, it makes life so way cooL!
Angelzwild, it sounds like you've gone off the deep end. Seek professional help.
You are definitely a sick phuck, you are the one who needs professional help. I am better than fine. You, you have not changed one bit through the years, know this. You do not matter to me, nothing that comes out of your pathetic little fingers matters to me. You lost a great thing and you know it, I'd probably spit on your grave. You should seek help but you need help in so many areas, where the fuck would you start? Phuck off and leave me alone, obsessed phreak! LoL, we're all high on your response, a typical loser. Sorry you missed the trip to Belize, chit, no I am NOT sorry! I'm so better because you aren't in my life, so way better! Know that, swallow it, bask in it. It's fact, not your head game of fantasy bullchit rantingz.
I'm not coming back to this wasted bandwidth space you occupy so whatever you respond, remember this, you are responding to yourself, yea, talkin' to yourself. You should be used to that. This is the end of any correspondence I'll ever have with you and you write me emails saying how you still see us clinging glasses together on the porch? In your phucking dreams, asshole! Now, back to a great reality...landing on my feet running. Only a sick phuck would get off on this chit like you do. Is your life truly THAT boring? Ahh, nevermind, I know the answer to that one!
But how do you REALLY feel about me?
Does this mean the blow job's out?
Hey Angel Wiz Crack head
da bomb!! say yo skitz white bitch, why u talkin' ghetto about my main breh T? Who U anyway, skinny jealous wack past tense booty call. you gots to chill. roll deep bitch, what da hell yo talkin' about my man wit some other female ,
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yo ma sister i think yo need someone to talk to u’s is loosin' it fast
listen here, , stop wastin' all yo drunken hours bitchin' into da air bless
you good? he don't want yo, he has my fine booty now? face da facts, yo times is past
bet yo must be hungry bein' so marga and all, git to yo chum's and why u so
messed up nuff . i am warnin' yo, be geese T alone. U need to be listenin to me?
I'll send da santeria click round yours fa real? and they git down to some serious shit, or as u say, CHIT, fuckn laughn my sweet ass off, u’s an idiot
Now that you've all met Kate, is there any question as to why I dumped her sorry ass?
Kate Sera Sera
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