So apparently I've got someone researching me so they can leave 'rude' comments about me. Which is awesome. I so feel loved. But I must say, I am not a damn ginger! Gingers are not real people and therefore they should be bought and sold as slaves. That's why I put up with my little brother Jish. He's fortunate enough to be living my very glamorous crawl space. Sure it's damp down there and he gets sick from the mold but that's what he gets for being born ginger. Ok enough about gingers.
The point is, insult accurately dammit. Like the time someone made a twitter account, seemingly, just to hate on me. I'm getting me some pretty awesome stalkers because of the people i choose to associate with on the internets. Which is fine by me. I like these people so make fun of and/or accuse me of whatever you want. I find it's quite amusing. So to that person on twitter: No, i would not sex that married man. For multiple reasons being: 1. i'm married 2.if i weren't married, i'm pretty sure i'd be a Lickalottapuss. 3. oh and i'm not a damn homewrecker. As for the person leaving me wonderful comments on a blog that isnt even mine: No, i'm not actually a lesbian but i'm pretty sure i'm at least bi. Yes, i like facial hair but i find myself more attracted to women. So if you're a hottie with big bewbs and a sweet mustache, i will leave my husband and (his mom but don't tell him that!) to marry you. I look forward to our date.
