As you all know, I allow pretty much anything to be posted on this blog and in the comments. I am a firm believer that everyone should have the equal opportunity to bitch and complain. After all, if I am going to have a whole blog and book about bitching, who am I to say anything when someone else chooses to bitch as well? If someone disagrees with me, I embrace our differences and try to appreciate that. Although we may see things differently, we can still like and respect one other. Every once in a while though, someone shows up to the party who wants to keep pushing buttons and try to get attention. In this case, that someone is named Barb Chandler. She has been leaving comments on the blog for quite a while now and doing so only to piss people off and get attention for herself. This Comment on Comments is for her:
Barb, shut the fuck up. I asked you nicely to please refrain from posting since you were only doing it for self-satisfaction:
You responded with this:
You’re wrong. I’m not in this for the money. I’m in it because I enjoy doing it. Any money that has come my way from the book is icing on an already really yummy cake. (And believe me when I tell you it’s not that much money. If it was, why would I still be waiting tables? The book isn’t exactly on the New York Times Best Seller List.) And I don’t have cock in my mouth right now, What I do have is the taste for revenge. Barb, there other ways to to masturbate than by logging into some random blog and squirting your cherry juice all over the Internet. If you are in desperate need for kicks, might I suggest you go fuck a vegetable? Oh, wait, it seems that you have already done that:
My apologies to your yam and for your dreadful experience at Olive Garden. I do seem to recall that you posted something about a husband so why is that you were so intent on having sex with an organic yam? Is your husband so disgusted by you that you were forced to put up a Craigslist ad looking for a sad lonely yam that was willing to be subjected to the two worst things in the world: your vagina and dinner at Olive Garden? Let me scroll though your comments to find the one that you mentioned your husband. Oh, here it is:
Wow, Barb, you are a sad woman. I don’t even want to know why your underwear had Doritos in them, but how pathetic are you to freely admit that you let three homeless men take advantage of you? I feel rather sorry for you now, knowing how difficult your life must be. No wonder you leave comments on my blog. It is the only way for you to feel important enough to not have semen and Doritos dust poured all over you. Bless your heart. Maybe you should get a dog so that something in your life can give you unconditional love. Oh, wait, I think you do have a dog:
Yeah, you’re nasty, Barb. I guess there is no hope for you.
You can try to leave a comment about this blog post, but I already found your IP address and blocked it from being able to leave comments. You will just have to read this blog and know that no one will ever hear from you again. And if you do decide to create another IP address just to leave comments, I will find it too and block it. Give it up, troll. I win. Fuck off.