Dear Carmine Salvatore Yusko, professional hobosexual and serial animal abuser of Philadelphia,
What is your major malfunction that makes you think you are so much more relevant than you actually are? Except to you, your incubator, your sperm donor, a handful a family members, and the STD-riddled vagina of the moment, the fact of the matter is, you are pathetically irrelevant, with no power, no influence, and no sway over anyone or anything. That’s why you victimize animals, minors, individuals with disabilities and vulnerabilities, and women with low intellect and standards – they are the only ones you can exert any power over.
The other fact of the matter is, I’m busy, and I have a lot more on my plate than you. For the second month in a row I forgot to pay my hosting bill. Oops. You can delude yourself into thinking you suspended my blog, but the truth of the matter is, my forgetfulness resulted in my blog being suspended – I am the reason for the suspension. But as you and the rest of the internet can see, that matter has been swiftly rectified. (And I didn’t have to steal from a disabled man, a homeless man, people booking me for a performance, a storage unit, or a check-cashing place in order to pay the bill!)
(Speaking of money, how did it feel to walk into that check-cashing place with a $1K check and walk out empty-handed? How did that unplanned withdrawal go?)
Here’s a question for you: why am I living rent-free in your head? Shouldn’t that space be reserved for the mid-30s woman going through a divorce and a mid-life crisis as well as your pressing legal matters? You should be shooting up/jerking off to her, but instead your thoughts are occupied with me. Please do me a solid and do not desecrate me with the likes of you. We are not the same.
P.S. I’m still waiting for the lolsuit you promised back in June.
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