the ol bag lady can pick up her possession laden shopping trolley herself from now on after it falls over from being top heavy......no more mr charity.....

i want u 2 stop feeling sorry 4 that old chick....i used 2 feel sorry 4 her but then she decided 2 lash out at those who dont pick on her 4 some retarded reason...she needs a dose of reality.....let her fend 4 herself from now on......

there she is now......

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ignore murky bro bestie. He going to harp on it everyday

that ol bird that calls u besty all the time had a crack at me last night, totally unprovoked n out of order.....well thats her wiped....id say shes slightly mental.....

I think Mark likes you.

You're a woman of few words. I like that. The strong silent type. Especially when I put gaffer tape over your mouth.
Where do you work? I picture you working as a waitress in some small rural community, in the good old US of A. Chewing gum, serving up hot coffee and delicious scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes to truckers and bikers. Pretending to be interested in their verbal diarrhoeah, but wishing they would just fuck off and leave you alone? Even the dishwasher and cook at the cafe have been trying to get in to your pants for the last 15 years. You politely brush them off at every opportunity, yet still allow them to give you a lift home in their battered old chevy's, the only price being a peck on the cheek as you step out on to your dusty old driveway?
Or maybe I've been reading too many Stephen King books and romanticizing about the South, and you actually work at McDonalds?

Now, before you can find some way to twist all of THAT into a compliment. Let me finish by expressing my sincere desire, that you go and have intimate carnal knowledge of yourself. In your parlance (limited grasp of the English language) that means....GO FUCK YOURSELF.

omg LOL, this is just unbelievable. Let me spell this out for you, so that you can finally get it to penetrate your thick Cajun skull. I think you are narcissistic gutter trash. I HATE the way you have men slobbering all over your page with sexual innuendo, it makes you look like a whore. I HATE the way you keep talking yourself up and saying that you are brilliant. I HATE your vapid obsession with the Kardashians. I HATE your dismissive attitude toward people you call your friends. I HATE how everything has to be about you. I HATE the fact that you're a dope fiend, when you have children who are dependent on you. I HATE the fact that you're not even half the woman I once thought you to be. I HATE the fact that I built you up in my mind as sweet, caring person. I HATE your stupid abbreviations for half the words in the English language. I HATE your taste in music, because it's gangster rap shit. I HATE the fact that you consider yourself a troll, when you can't troll to save your life. I HATE your double standards, such as when you told me that you never block people on your page, when I was being attacked on it years ago, yet now you protect Lynn. I HATE the fact that you are always demanding apologies yet never think that you owe anybody an apology....and most of all, MOST OF ALL...I really...really...do...HATE YOU. 🖕🖕🖕🖕

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many thanks REN, my week is wonderful, but it's only tuesday ;)
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