I have a fantastic amount of caffeine at my side and enough surrounding media to delight.
Pumpkin Beast (a name given to Mandi for being an oversexed redhead) and Gay Dan (awarded to him for being a homo) have been taking low blows to each other.
G.D: That dumb bitch is so dumb. She needs to grow up.
P.B: I will give you two thumbs up for your choice of words in that sentence. Makes you sound about as intelligent as, well, maybe an ardvark. I have grown up.
G.D: It just doesn’t take a few run-ins with the law, a weekend in jail and a four-wheeler to put things into perspective. Whatever happened to college, Mandi? Whatever happened to the Army, Mandi? Of course, you found a circle of guys and were too busy trying to screw them into liking you.
P.B: If hanging out with a circle of guys is being a whore then God Autumn must be a whore, too.
Autumn May: I like being called God Autumn.
P.B: I don’t talk about you in my posts, anymore; why do you even fathom typing my name? You are Dan the fucking flaming fag. I have heard about your little dress-up bullshit. You look like shit with your makeup on; some guys look hot wearing eyeliner but you aren’t one of them. A slap on the wrist by going to jail for a weekend, which was like church camp, or to be humiliated and fucked in the ass by four dudes.
And I’m pretty close with my family. I personally don’t have any secrets to hide from mine, do you?
G.D: If your name is mentioned in my journal it’s for the comical value. Plain and simple.
P.B: So help me god, if you mention my name in any of your posts again…
Autumn May: Refresh page! Notify me of replies! Howdy, doody!