Fucking priceless. You know, some Saturday mornings I come home from work, totally wiped out and in the pits of depression. Exhausted, crabby, pissed at myself for having no ambition. Then I read something like this and, well, I realize that I'm making a difference. I dare say I've gotten under her skin (her poor black skin that holds her down) better than I did with Desi. And with Desi, I put some effort into it. The truth can be told now that I was one of her gentleman callers on her webcast. God, remember that train wreck? Anyhoo, I was a Kiwanis member from Ohio, Illinois...somewhere in flyover country. And I wanted her to come to my club to speak about those filth merchants that were stealing our daughters innocence. All expenses paid, of course.
But this peach of a retard...wow. I can see how she would think I was Lubben. I've had such good things to say about her. But that's part of my master plan, no? I've been on here for however long, doing my little Barry gimmick that I do. Dumping on Desi. Bitching about the Admins having jellyspines because they surrender so quickly to anyone who looks at them sideways. Dumping on Lubben when the chance came up. The escapades with Coke (God I miss that poor bastard...I'm dumpin' a 40 on the ground in your memory, Homie). Challenging Ivory to a duel. Pouring out my heart on the Tucson thing. Yeah. It was all part of my grande scheme that culminated in me, Shelley Lubben, hurting Momica Foster's feelings. A fucking evil genius am I.
So, my secret is out. Your turn, Momica. Name the names or gtfo.
Fucking priceless.
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