Speaking of Hate
...Or, Silly Queens and Nail Glue
So I got a nasty-gram on my blog yesterday afternoon from some foul-assed drag queen who fancies herself a poet. I had to laugh because of the grammar and poor word choice he used. He must have gotten high off of some nail glue out of desperation, and then accidentally wandered onto my site.
Then, I rejected the comment, but not before signing his ass up on every spam list out of Nigeria. Just kidding, that would take too much energy.
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Anywho, Bean and his Boy are in town visiting from DC, so I'll keep this short.
Labels: daily life, funnies, stupidity
4 comments from the peanut gallery
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4 Comments:
I hate blog trolls. Why is it that all of them have such poor writing skills? If I ever decided to go on someone else's blog to be a butthole, I'd at least make sure my words were spelled correctly.
I wanna know what the bitch said.
'Cause huffing queen or not, don't nobody mess with my Poodle. I'm like 98.5% white trash under this veneer of education -- and let us not forget that that education began at Woodland Hills. I've never snatched weave off a bitch's head, but I'm pretty sure I could figure out how, and then spell everything correctly when I write about it later.
What's even better is to sign up your x-bf to about 20 "free ringtones" websites haha :D
Ok so I was totally going to stand up for you and pitch a fit about the things I would do to someone who dare f with The Poo, but really there's just no following what 'manda said. Whenever you two decide to strike, just know I have your backs. Though I can't promise I'll be able to refrain from hysterical laughter when the weaves start flyin'.
Love me some golden girls, btw. That was a classic!
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