Fat fucking retarded people...

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Posted by Swyndle [63.227.40.95 - dnvr-dsl-gw8-a-95.dnvr.uswest.net] on 03 March 2001 at 05.23.04:

Where to fucking begin?..

So, as you've likely read in a recent what's new from Grem, an idiot dyed a cat.
I was in the house and heard the cries that sound nothing like the cries it makes when being bathed.
Anyone wishing to take a hit out on me for not stopping it then, get in line behind me.
The only reason I didn't act is because I didn't want to get into it with Charon. Looking back on it, if we had gotten into a fight it would've at least stopped her while she tried to figure out what was going on.

At any rate, I've got the scoop for those of you who still aren't aware of how truly insipid this fucking pusilanimous toad really is.

I can overlook the fact that she has thighs as big as my torso. I can forgive that Red's voice is so fucking bad that it annoyed the lead vocalist of Slipknot(shameless namedrop).
I might even go so far as to get over the fact that she herself personally has the intellectual value of the average eggplant parmesan. Hell, she's the same shape as the aforementioned entree.
I, Swyndle, the hater of all things truly dumb, can even look past her personality is only slightly more painful to deal with than tin foil on an exposed dental nerve.

What I can't do is tolerate this shit anymore.
The storm isn't coming, the storm is fucking here.

First, for Charon, you likely wont believe me, but I don't give a flying fuck what you do with the bitch, drop her, keep her, put her in a zoo, that is not my problem. It's your problem and your mother's problem. I don't fucking care.

What I do care about is this:
1) The bitch doesn't get to fucking talk shit about my wife anymore.
2) The bitch doesn't get to be anywhere near an animal.
3) The bitch doesn't get to fuck with anyone I may have run into in a hallway next to the restroom at Mervyn's.

That's fucking it. I don't care what orifice on this cow you wish to penetrate, I don't give one ounce of feces for how and where you two have your fabled fucking honeymoo. Moon even.
That shit is your problem.

For the rest of the world at large, here's the deal...

Midumbass Red the fucking retarded overweight for a manatee gutter slut fucking dyed her cat with human hair dye. Presumably to match her badly coloured cranium. What she didn't use on her own head, she dipped the back half of the cat in. Pubis and all.
The cat was screaming bloody murder and she simply retorted, "Oh I'm not hurting you."
See the pattern of dumb developing here?

So then she goes upstairs, cat in hand, and plastic bag, to wash it out. After using the setting creme as well.

I should tell you that we looked up about a quarter of the ingredients in this dye and damned if this shit isn't fucking chemical warfare.
The tamest ingredients in it were two different types of rust, iron and titanium.
Some of the chemicals are neurotoxins, some are alcolis, at least one was a key ingredient in formaldehyde. One of them even causes necrosis of the mucous membranes, and death in concentrations as low as one percent.

Fucking retarded fat assed dumb bitch.

As soon as we could, we got hold of the box and started looking shit up and called both poison control and the manufacturer, Clairol, who had no idea what it would do to an animal of any sort, let alone one that has it's own natural cleaning system.

Remember when dumbfuck washed it out? She used her fucking hoity toity human shampoo. Yes even on the cat.

We took the cat instantly to a vet. Alameda East Veterinary Hospital, they're good, expensive, but then they also routinely show up on Animal Planet and are the only twenty-four hour clinic in the northern hemisphere.

Legally, the most they could do was fit one of those lampshade looking collars to the cat and have us wash her very good once a day until this shit is gone.

After being told exactly what the fuck she'd done to her cat, Red's response was, "I didn't know it would hurt her."
Oh, yeah, that's right, it's not fashionable to fucking know things before you act.

Furthermore, she was so bloody concerned for her cat's well being that she instantly, went the hell away to a freind's house and stayed the night.
Today she was still over there, chatting up storm in YouHo chat, erm, Yahoo.

Latest news is that since she found out I called animal control today and the officer hasn't swung by yet, she decided to give the cat to Charon, who, by the way(btw for the stoopid) is her boything and is planning on moving out with her, in order to get me to call off the dogs.

LIKE FUCKING HELL!

Here's the deal, I'll call the cops off when the cat is legally, on paper even, signed over to anyone who keeps it away from Rhiannon fucking Douglas. No exceptions.

Charon on the other hand has told his mom that he's not going to break up with fucktard the red for me. Fine, I'm fucking straight, married, and have already addressed this issue above.

That's about it for now, keep you guys posted.
Have a bloody nice goddamned day,
~Swyndle

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