Friday, July 16, 2004

 

Finally

The weekend is almost here! Thats when my girls do the most business. Latley things have been a little slow. Things didnt all get taken care of while I was gone but I expected that. I've had some complaints about spelling and grammer and all that and I say fuckl off if you dont like it. Im not in english class Im in the school of hard knocks. My boy Ez money got picked up last night I told that negro to stop fuckin with those crack ho's. Oh well nigga dont want to listen he can do his time.

Comments:
Look dumb ass pimps shouldn't make moral judgment calls. Also dumb ass law breaking pimps with trackable IP addresses (which pin point your exact location) shouldn't go threatening people and trying to smack people down. You know the old adage, "People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones." I will bring you down. You forget sweet Billy, I am a forensic pathologist I work for law enforcement- I have all the tools to track you down and put you in the tank for 5 to 15. Keep running your mouth, I will show you what a bad ass you really are when your getting butt fucked by bubba in an Ohio prison Biatch! How far are ya from Massolin, Jackson twp.?
 
Ooooooo now im really worried. Yeah you dumb bitch I have my own personal IP address. You think I really pay for the internet? No I dont, so you may be able to find which company I'm scamming for this IP address but you"ll never find me. Since when is it against the law to point out that someone is a fucking loser wanna be ho bag? Go back and eat another box of twinkies fat girl and leave me alone. Maybe you ought to concentrait those powers of finding people on finding your fucking husband. oh yeah and you know his name and everything and still cant find him some law enforcement you got going there.
 
Wow that was the most retarded thing I have ever heard but, you know what the say when the engine is out of gas, the car quits moving. Face it sweet billy your out of gas, your gay and your a looser.

Matching wits with me is futile, when your IQ is 27 at best you should just concentrate on what you do best and that seems to be pimpin. Hopefully someday you will elevate yourself and find some actual talent besides using other people. If not I really don't care cause pimps get shot, arrested and jailed everyday. And Billy no need to bluff about your IP address cause I already have a pin point. So that stupid lie that you are now suddenly a hacker and can disguise your IP address but you can't spell to save your life just aint cuttin it brother.

But it was a cute attempt, very cute. Oh and the whole fat thing, is that what faggot ass cuckold bitches use when they run out of real insults? Or is that your actual perception of someone whom you have never met nor seen (and trust me you have not seen me because, had you you would know that I need to gain a few pounds!)
Silly Billy Stick to the pimpin, please. Because I have killed you verbally, and all you have done is call me a whore (to which I say slut is a better term, and so what. I can't help it if I got it babe, Hell I wouldn't want to help it if I could.) Called me fat ( Which would be like me calling you purple, so thats just gay) and making comments as to the authenticity of my blog ( well its made for entertainment, sorry your not entertained. Oh wait you were, and did like my blog until I called you out, so you are just being sore when you say that.) So whats left. Nothing. Your game is dull, sharpen the tools (that means your mind) ANd then come back with it.

Oh and Billy I am not mad at you, I just find this an easy way to pass time while I am waiting at work.

Your childish banter is humorous, and your insults are frivilous. Its adorable, truly.
 
What in the blue hell are talking about? I mean the car is out of gas thats the best you could come up with and then oooo heres the topper now IM gay. Yeah im the first gay pimp of Ohio. Glad to know you have a pinpoint on my IP address drop on by anytime for some ribs and a cold beer. Dont forget Thursdays are no panty Thursdays and Mondays are wet t-shirt night. Well I guess I should let you get back to your little stories now so lay back grab your vibrator and make up the name of the week then you can pull back that fat gut of yours and bury that thing in to your stankin cooch and come up with another hum dinger to entertain your millions and millions of fans. Oh yeah dont forget to give me the dummy speach and maybe you can come up with a better analogy. Like this one about your cooch "of course a 747 looks small in the grand canyon"
 
I love you Billy and I read you all the time, but you got to admit that one was stupid. Just let the chick alone. She's starting to make a point about getting your goat, and your letting her do it, so your the one who comes out looking bad.
Love you.
 
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