I want to add that I am sorry that I brought up your pain. I too went through some sexual abuse, and that is why I write about it. I will be more careful in the future to be sensitive to the issue. Thank you for lettin me know what I was dredging up in the readers mind. Have a good one, and know I really will be more careful in the future.
Thank you very much. Your words are a breath of fresh air in here.
I misjudged your site. Big deal. Reading that article, it seemed to fit into the general mindset I was seeing in the conservatives. I jumped the gun. I apologize. What the fuck? I'm reactive.
I am glad to see you missed the humor in this. It is a fucking first draft, asshole. You are not the entire joe user community... and you have really wasted enough of my time. Go the fuck away.
If you have to ask, it shows you're the retard.
Go back into your little world, the one you created to be so special... And why the hell do you think I would care what you think???
I didn't know when I put them up that they would do that. And yes, I am high. And yes sometimes I am an asshole; sorry. I have put up blogs just to piss people off before, but I would not have flooded the system had I known. I have had a few blogs, and this was how I always started them, transfering my work in mass. Had I known, i would have made them private or something, and then opened it up or whatever... I am sure there is way, but I didn't know it. Have a good one.
Yes, whatever... your wonderful criticism tells me all I need to know about your credibility.
No,. my mistake. I just wrote this, and usually it takes me months, if not years, to get them exactly right. I meant that the election had not happened yet, and will change the text to reflect as much. Thank you so for the criticism... I really do value it. And thanks for liking the story. I have been writing a lot lately, and for some reason I am out of comedy at the moment.
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okay... alright... yea.
I am just putting up my articles as a back up. I could give a shit whether you people read them or not. In fact, I have found most of the people whom I read here so inbred and full of themselves that I should make it private...
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