The tale is a tragic one. A friend of mine goes on a date a month ago with a crazy bear they met on bear411. For character development, I'll call this crazy bear "Glenn Close". Well, they trick like bunnies and sleepover for one night. With the friction of one's hand being way tighter, Glenn Close wasn't really worthy of a second date. But... she is in love! The crazy bitch starts putting on her bear411 profile that she has finally found someone to date for the first time in her last 8 years. (Damn... that should tell everyone something!)
It was yesterday that Glenn Close reared her ugly head and penned me the enemy. See... it was my fault the love of her life was not coming down for New Years. Why? Because her precious
was keeping my dogs. As far as I knew, the love of her life was single and was not doing anything for New Years. I was paying good money for the love of her life to keep my dogs! Could it be conceivable that your precious
was using keeping my dogs as an excuse to not see you? Hello? Don't you think if he hadn't come down for a second date in over a month that the first try was a bomb? THINK ABOUT IT DUMBASS!
So, I am to blame for Glenn Close not having her precious
this weekend. She ripped me a new asshole in 50 threatening messages on bear411. My personal favorite was -- "I WILL DESTROY YOU IN THIS TOWN!" Oh my Gawd. Doesn't Glenn Close realize that she doesn't have the character to pull that off? Everybody I know thinks she is a "bum". But you DO try honey.
People can accurately judge someone's character by how well they treat others. Sending me 50 nasty messages because your precious
would rather keep my dogs than see your ass makes me think you are one batshit crazy bear! Wait! There's more! Glenn Close filled up my friend's voicemail box with 30 voicemails. When my friend picked up the phone, he got a warning message that his voicemail was full and he needed to delete his messages. Then he logged on to his computer and found 135 emails stating "I have not giving up on us!" Don't you think 50 nasty messages to me, 30 voicemails, and 135 emails in one hour questions your sanity? What's next? Are you going to boil a bunny in his kitchen?
What you have ultimately failed to see is that I held the one Trump card in this acidic-tongued game you were playing. I am VERY good friends with your precious
. Why on Earth would somebody want to date someone that rips one of their best friends to shreds? What does that say about your character? It says you are either not all there mentally OR you are just plain dumb!
For those of you who are shaking your head... FUCK YOU. I tried to play Jesus yesterday. I turned the other cheek all day until my face was red. I even wrote back "aren't you overreacting?" in the face of a barrage of insults. Anybody that knows me... knows that my PRIDE will build up until it explodes on your ass if you push me too much. It's best you back off. Remember this... Don't…Fuck…with Wendy…Testaburger!