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.
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