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I love pointing out ironies.

And lies.

And also, paranoid little biznitches.

I really do not want to know what you are writing. I barely wanted to read it the first time around. And before I am accused of “stealing your precious work” let me say this – I wouldn’t bother. You are barely worth the time it took to delete that file and write this blog.


I am not bitter at all. Ok, maybe a little bit. Less now that I have written this.