You think I'm flashing, Granny Clampett, when you just wrote "poor youself" a shot...You're so enraged that I can just see the spittle on the corners of your lips.
It's telling the way you're dancing around trying to cover your lies. For more than six months you've been peeing your pants trying to get my attention, well now you have it.
Your non sequiturs about horses, drinking, mare etc. are a not-so-clever way of trying to deflect from the fact that your ugly alligator mouth wrote a check your fat ass can't cash.
You think R, D and I are plotting against you and for some twisted reason you're trying to convince the board of this. Here's a newsflash hon, the easiest way to do that would be to post the links to your accusations. So do it already, you strumpet, or accept the fact that your reputation as a lying, sh*t-stirring troll remains intact.![]()
Dance lil' monkey, dance. That you're up to 11 o'clock is all the proof I need that you're twisted up over all this.
I meant poor, you poor pathetic, old hag. You perform exactly as I want you to. I am rarely wrong about your reactions. Thanks all the same for underscoring it, mare. You're a trooper!
We know what you look like and Granny Clampett looks like a spring chicken next to you.
Think "What Not To Wear". Maybe a friend will nominate you.
You only got eyes for me tonite, huh mare? Sorry sistah.