Heretics and Cretins, Welcome!

I notice that ol Tupperwear Two Feathers, that pseudo Indian, is attacking me again on his blog.  Both of his readers ran over here to see a picture of me in a dress.  Oh, my!  What a fucking bunch of idiots, beginning with ol' Two Feathers.  He is truly a psychotic mother fucking son-of-a-bitch.  That's right, Two Feathers, on this blog, I use strong language.  It's too bad your dick doesn't work any better than your brain:  you'd be less bitter.  As for that cow you hang with, I thought the sow was going to sue me for slander.  Oh, that's right:  truth is an absolute defense against slander.  Too bad.  I was looking forward to wiping my ass with your court papers.  A former friend of hers sent me her rap sheet.  Jeez!  The bitch has a rap sheet longer than my arm.

That asshole thought he would use my being Gay against me.  He sent a picture of me from Halloween several years ago (that I published here on this blog) to everyone whose email address he had stolen from the emails of others.  Oh-my-fucking-god!  I was wearing a dress!  You may remember it, it's the one where I looked like Tony Curtis in Some Like it Hot.  I thought I looked pretty damn good.  Better than the cow, that's for sure.  And hey, Two Feathers, in  the words of a famous dragqueen, I'm more man than you'll ever be and more woman that you'll ever have!  Eat shit and die, mother fucker.  I don't have time for morons.