I thought you’d had hatemail before, or at least retardmail. Some horse-lover chick wrote you and another one about your pisstaking of retards and they had a brother who’s retarded. Except they used some fancy technical medical term for retarded like window licking monkey nut or something.
Or maybe that was all part of some elaborate fantasy I constructed in my head. Like the one where Bryan and Frank teamed up in a WWE championship winning tag team called The Tony Danza Experience. Oh the joy of seeing The Captain slamming Oprah Winfrey into the turnbuckle. Good times.
- Women sense my power and they seek the life essence.
See Bucho, I hadn’t taken that girl’s message as ‘hatemail’, but more like, “Ummm. I like horses, and I think that this is sick”. Sure, I’ve had a couple of those, but this was one of those completely anonymous, black-hatred-from-Satan-himself things where it’s like, “Fuck you, you suck, die *click*”. I see those other ones as naive girls who wanted to see pretty pictures of horsies and were ‘disgusted’. Maybe that does count, though. Hmm..