King of the Hill

Continuing on from yesterday's post, Donald Duck...Truck?!,  and continuing with the rather heated conversation between Rob MacGregor and I:

• 1/7, 1:39pm

  Rob MacGregor

  Your nuts.

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  1/7, 2:26pm

  Rob MacGregor

  I'll have to write a post someday on the difference between meaningful coincidence and how crazy people search for patterns and see them when no one else finds such connections interesting or meaningful. Of course, I won't use your name or make fun of you. I'll leave that sort of behavior to the little minds of the world.

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  1/7, 4:30pm

  May Ocean

  Well now you break a leg on that!! You and Trump could be drinking buddies-- crying in your beer and whining out your egotistical patriarchal "someone gone done me wrong song". Egotists can't handle the truth no matter the form-- it comes with the territory of having the Crown Jewels for so long you can't even stretch to see beyond your long lying nose of self entitlement. Hey do us all a favour and stop kidding yourself, People more than ever are refusing to 'cow tow' around the insecure bull shit-- It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that the first thing an abuser does when caught with their pants down, is blame the victim(s), so go ahead and try every dirty manipulative trick and see just how far you get.

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  1/7, 4:32pm

  Rob MacGregor

  
  

  OMG, you're talking about yourself.

  
  So if I were to respond to Rob, this is what I would say:
  

  
  

  Ok. That's true to a smaller extent (my lil bad)...any one living in this outer twin patriarchal world can't help being tainted. Butt Rob, you're king of the hill... as in top 'o the dung heap. And hey, you deserve it--having worked hard to get there... I'd curtsy to you oh King of Shit, butt I don't own a skirt. ;-)(-;