Okay, Donna...it's so not my fault that you're a gimp. And as such, I simply view you as a form of entertainment. Yes, my life is falling apart a bit, but so what? As long as I can mercilessly mock you and your current medical situation, well it's all good. And yes...I will absolutely post the videos taken of you. I live for this shit. Never doubt that I could be lurking around any given corner just waiting to pounce.
And while I should be cleaning my filthy house and hatching an escape plan from Mommy hell, I'm sitting here blogging with you. How easily you've sucked me into your evil ways. I have no doubt that this will come back to bite us both in the ass at some point, but as you've pointed out time and again, I don't have an ass.
So you just sit in your precious rolly chair...and keep writing away. Me? I'll be the one driving around LB in my sweet little car that you yearn for. Game on sunshine...
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