An open letter...
Jun. 19th, 2010 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_sinestra...to the idiots and asshats who pissed me off yesterday. It's people like you house fires were invented for.
Drama Queen, what part of "don't put me in the middle of your shit" did you not understand? Guess what? My nice train just jumped the tracks, rolled down the hill, and exploded into vivid flames. Bring that crap up with me one more time, and it's going to be a "do not contact" notice followed by a God damned restraining order. I bet even you can understand that, and if you can't, there's a county lockup cell filled with Bubbas just waiting to help explain it to you "real good".
Pit Nutter, you don't know what kind of can of whup ass you just opened for yourself. If you think that angry letter from Alexandra was the end of things and that deleting your incriminating Facebook page will cover your tracks, you had damned well better think again. Ever heard of archiving, cockwad? People who have survived horrific attacks don't like being fucked with over that issue, and I promise you, you and your gangbanger friends aren't nearly as scary or intimidating as you think you are. I'm not going to be satisfied until you're publicly humiliated, fired, or both, and I'm not the only one. Maybe the National Enquirer might buy something off of you for $50 when all is said and done. Journalists who pull stunts like you pulled don't last at respectable publications.
Mouth Breathers from the restaurant, if you're going to brag about tying cats in sacks and drowning them, maybe next time you ought to save that talk for when you're sitting around the rabbit ears in your broken down trailer. If you...oh, I don't know...actually bothered to take care of your shit, cats wouldn't be able to get into yourhouse squat hole after you "threw them out". Don't like cops all up in your shit? Try breathing through your noses next time. It's a lot quieter. It's people like you who are the walking poster children for retroactive abortions and massive coronaries. If you caught fire, I wouldn't piss on you to put you out. I hope that cats eat you when you die. I mean that.
Nosy Ass Fuckers from the bar, what business is it of yours what my drinks cost? Are you paying for them? No? Then STFU and GTFO of my business. No, absinthe doesn't make you hallucinate. No, it doesn't make you insane, but your dumb fuck questions just might. Not everybody likes PBR, Miller Lite and Southern Comfort, shocking as that may be. See above. Maybe you'd like to join your cousins in a group fuck around the rabbit ears. It's people like you that give the South a bad name.
Drama Queen, what part of "don't put me in the middle of your shit" did you not understand? Guess what? My nice train just jumped the tracks, rolled down the hill, and exploded into vivid flames. Bring that crap up with me one more time, and it's going to be a "do not contact" notice followed by a God damned restraining order. I bet even you can understand that, and if you can't, there's a county lockup cell filled with Bubbas just waiting to help explain it to you "real good".
Pit Nutter, you don't know what kind of can of whup ass you just opened for yourself. If you think that angry letter from Alexandra was the end of things and that deleting your incriminating Facebook page will cover your tracks, you had damned well better think again. Ever heard of archiving, cockwad? People who have survived horrific attacks don't like being fucked with over that issue, and I promise you, you and your gangbanger friends aren't nearly as scary or intimidating as you think you are. I'm not going to be satisfied until you're publicly humiliated, fired, or both, and I'm not the only one. Maybe the National Enquirer might buy something off of you for $50 when all is said and done. Journalists who pull stunts like you pulled don't last at respectable publications.
Mouth Breathers from the restaurant, if you're going to brag about tying cats in sacks and drowning them, maybe next time you ought to save that talk for when you're sitting around the rabbit ears in your broken down trailer. If you...oh, I don't know...actually bothered to take care of your shit, cats wouldn't be able to get into your
Nosy Ass Fuckers from the bar, what business is it of yours what my drinks cost? Are you paying for them? No? Then STFU and GTFO of my business. No, absinthe doesn't make you hallucinate. No, it doesn't make you insane, but your dumb fuck questions just might. Not everybody likes PBR, Miller Lite and Southern Comfort, shocking as that may be. See above. Maybe you'd like to join your cousins in a group fuck around the rabbit ears. It's people like you that give the South a bad name.
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Date: 2010-06-19 05:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-06-19 05:27 pm (UTC)People who torment animals should try it on themselves. Let's see how YOU like to be strung up by your balls, set on fire and beaten to death!
Beware the inbreeders. They travel in packs. To make sure there's always a cousin available.
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Date: 2010-06-19 05:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-25 04:22 pm (UTC)Lets just hope all of that inbreeding gives them so many genetic diseases that one day the whole lot of them will go extinct!
Glad your feeling better.
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Date: 2010-06-25 06:09 pm (UTC)