Writer's Noose

Screw you. Keep the blog then, you bitch. I'm not going down that memory lane for anything, not even for me. I'm too drunk to write anyway.

By the way, hag, you can comment again. I unblocked my IP.

Your IP.

Our IP.

Whatever.

This is just too much. Burger Queen you have seriously crossed the line here. You are well beyond annoyance and deep in illegal territory. I've done a backtrace on your IP and notified your service provider or your conduct. I've also documented every post and comment on this site in case anything is changed.

Chuck, please email me as soon as possible. I understand that your administrator is out of contact at the moment but there are still things you can document that will help you prosecute this person.

Chuckie ... what did you do...?

If this story ends the way I think it does then enough of this already. We get it. Bugger Queen, extortion is a felony. Leave Chuck alone now, mkay?

Poor Chucky had a bad, bad time this afternoon. He really shouldn't have gone out into the woods. Especially not in his condition. They don't like him.

But he's safe now. He got back in mostly one piece, a phrase that conjures up images of Benny and Gail by the way. Good thing he didn't try the lake or we'd never hear the end of this story.

Now Chuckie, when you wake up in the morning and after you get over the shock, tell the rest of the truth. You are running out of time and I don't want to have to get mean.

But I will.

Queenie, you know that what he did to her, you did the same to me. But the gods of screwing around evened it up, didn't they. I knew I was playing with fire with you, and if it wasn't for that insatiable body of yours...but I digress -- so leave Chuck alone now, or maybe somebody will tell him the full truth, that it wasn't what *he* did with you...it's what *you* did with, what you did to -- (shall I tell?)....didn't think anybody knew about that, did you, Queenie dear. Watch your back now -- cause I am. And it's still a delectable backside indeed, by the way. Too bad about the head. Nice dress today, by the way.

This is just too stupid to be true.

Does Burger King know what his Mrs is up to while he's busy slaving away serving poison burgers to the masses? Who's looking after the Baby Burgers while all this is going on?

This is weird yet compelling - like a car accident.