WELCOME TO JUNE 2016!!!!!

Just got back in the door, had a NUMBER of convo's today and even some yesterday that were actually important and pertained to everything that has been going on and Gloria said it best "Why is this woman following you around if you've done all this shit to her? Emotional abuse is serious, you can't just say something like that because you're lashing out and then you're following around behind the man and he has computerized proof through his blog and his website. Doesn't this goof-ball know that these computers are tracking everything! I'm not putting myself out there like that while I'm leaving a massive trail that shows for someone who was so abused you sure did keep sniffing behind this man."

My sentiments exactly.
Come  through the door and UP'S!? Whaddya know, South African numbers are UP AGAIN! Really!? Now do you people still think I was shitting you last year when I said Stacey is into BDSM and is a supersubmissive who will go out of her way to get herself into shit where some type of pain is going to be inflicted on her so she can GET OFF TO IT!

That kind of shit is dangerous.

With that said, I made it through today and got my ass back here! I'm gonna go and make dinner and I STILL GOTTA SCAN THE INSIGNIA'S AND GET THE POST UP! So lemme get the food cooking and all of that and then GET THE POST UP! AND YES!? I saw that initial post this morning of Stacey turning tail and running off of her blog! I already knew that shit wasn't gonna last and I figured that maybe her dumb-ass, YOUR DUMB-ASS! Cuz you're still coming up on here, right!? RIGHT!? But "I wuz abused emotionally, cuz he just kept fondling meh with his mind!"

Glad you figured out that talking about silly-shit within your fuckin wheelhouse is PROBABLY A SAFE BET to stay off my fuckin bad side! Do that, DO THAT! Stick to your happy happy silly shit! Leave the relationship shit to fuckin people who know how to tell the fuckin truth or at least not repeat shit that you can get out of a fuckin gumball machine!

And one more thing?
I catch you pullin that slick shit again!?
Where you DOG ME OUT!
Then because you KNOW you've done nothing but SHIT ON ME FOR 3-YEARS!
Now you need some GOOD MEMORIES AND YOU TURN AROUND AND THEN, you post shit that comes from YOUR TIME TOGETHER WITH ME! BUT FAIL TO TELL ANYBODY THAT!
>_<
So you have time to talk shit about me.
But now that you're stuck with sittin up in a house without a fuckin man!
Now you wanna reminisce over the great times YOU HAD WITH ME, but then you make sure NOT TO FUCKIN TELL ANYBODY THAT THE SHIT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT STEMS FROM BEING WITH ME!
Sneaky ass tramp!

And that shit still pisses me off. Mysteriously your pee-brain knows how to work when you're being sneaky and conniving. But I "emotionally abused you", because I wouldn't let you keep on sneaking around with some married loser! And meanwhile, why are you crying over Martin proposing to Gina, Stacey? Why so emotional? Why highlight that it's cold and winter outside? Why talk about the moon the day before? Why don't you tell YOUR READERS who and what all of those things SYMBOLIZE and USED TO STAND FOR. And THIS, for those of you who think I am being harsh or some other BULLSHIT! Is why I have had ENOUGH! Of this trifling ass BITCH! Go and CUDDLE UP TO DAVE HO! Get on SKYPE AND CONTINUE TO BE HIS SIDE-PIECE AND HOME-WRECKING WHORE! While you DARE open your mouth about EMOTIONAL ABUSE! What about his wife and child, while you're playing around? AGAIN!

Lemme go and cook my dinner and for the RECORD! This is THE SHIT! That used to happen to MEN AND WOMEN WHEN THEY WERE TALKING THAT SHIT! Trying to fuckin HIGH-POST while they're standing on a fuckin HILL OF GLASS! The reason why you couldn't WALK THE STREETS IN EARLIER TIME AND BRAG ABOUT HOW MANY BITCHES YOU FUCKED AND HOW MANY BASTARDS YOU FUCKED! AND HOW MANY HOMES YOU WRECKED! Because the community would come together and DRIVE.
YOU.
OUT!
At least!?
That was one thing that the Black American Community USED TO DO. You got PREGNANT AND NO HUSBAND, where's your parents!? Where are you uncles and cousins and aunts and now everybody has to come together BECAUSE YOU DONE FUCKED IT UP! Where this muthafucka at!? GET'EM IN HERE! And meanwhile that fuckin BITCH is trying to run AND HIS OWN FUCKIN PARENTS GOT HIM HEMMED THE FUCK UP "Nahhhhh, son, fuck you goin boy?"

You need to be GRATEFUL you live in South Africa surrounded by that ENABLING Coloured Coon Family YOU GOT! While you're up on a blog TALKING ABOUT LOVE AND SHIT WHEN YOU'RE WRECKING TWO AND THREE HOMES AT A TIME WITH YOUR FOUL ASS! And then it's funny, well!? Now all you fuckin got IS MARTIN EPISODES, LOSER! And wait!? Why? Hold up...? Hold up? Why don't you just fuckin date some South African Men? How come nobody has ever asked you that shit, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. That's right, you only like Black American Men. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, that's right, I forgot. I forgot.
-_-
No I didn't.
But was that taunting?
Me being an asshole?
Me being cruel?
Or emotional abuse?
Or me telling the truth?

And for the record?
This is how ORDER is KEPT.
When THE LIARS AND THE LOSERS wanna MOUTH OFF!
Then you're SUPPOSED TO FUCKIN CHECK THEM!
AND REMIND THEM THAT;

And now, even I am going to take his advice.

Oven is warmed up, ooooooooooo, too ironic.

Time for me to get cooking, welcome to June 2016 people....