DISCLAIMER


An acquaintance I wrote a post about is pissed with me about what I wrote about her here on SRO.

Let me just say one thing : HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ha ha ha ha ha! Wait, wait... let me catch my breath one second. Ok. HA HA HA HA HA ha ha ha ha. OMG, you’re killing me here!

You thought I was writing The Truth? Honey, I don’t even know what The Truth means. Honest. I wrote about my personal-interpretation-of-how-I-saw -things-at-some-point-in-time and you’ll just have to take my word for it when I say “Nothing I write has anything to do with The (so-called) Truth”. Cross my heart and hope to die. Seriously.

She even claims I didn’t write a story “the way she told it”. No shit!

Just for the record, I’m not working for the New York Fucking Times. I’m not here to “report” some story. In fact, the way you told the story was kinda dull so I added some pizzazz and, if anything, you came off better than you did in “real life”. Lucky you. Most of us usually watch our fucking Tard stories go thud but you had someone zest it up. You’re complaining?

If you’re reading this now (and she might) , here’s a Free Life Tip because you actually amuse me: Get Real. You’re supposedly an adult - way older than I am, in fact - and you’re expecting life to work the way you think it should? Please, Mary. If Life points to you at all, take that finger and grip it with everything you've got. Hang on until the last breath leaves your puny insignificant little body. Shake the whole hand with every ounce of your being and never, never let go.

I’m just saying.



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