So. If you all want to pretend you’re all good with your kids right now among some of these psycho red wine blood suckers find by me. I don’t drink. And I’m glad for that. I don’t drink because I have severe head trauma. I am so fucked up by my nasty family it’s just surreal. So I don’t think drinking will solve my horrible issues with molestation incest rape being strangled beep beep beep beep penetration. Yeah. I’m suing the socks off the KKK. I might not ever know who they are or how they torment me with their electricity com artist service plans .... but I am praying for Duke Energy and Texas officials to help me with my Dallas cowboy stalker problem. I’m not going to easily influenced by that southern charmer as I am about as bell as they come next to that Pete. I know this is all Cain. He can talk almost anyone into his snake pit. He doesn’t hate me. He just hates God knows everything he’s ever done. And since my rash on my rear is a big as Texas and I’m so sleep deprived I called in the secret service. I’m so sick of this shit. Don’t want to be friend Traci after all these years. Fine by me. You and Meg are real cunts anyway being so righteous thinking you know it all. Like I said since Meg can ID my 1986 rapist well I bet that makes her pretty penny rich. And I can just see how Meg would like that pretty boy in her back pocket with my lawyer Murdoch and everybody else. Yeah. Fucking nasty friends like that make loving Jesus easy. Now everything has come full circle ... ain’t that right Jane Twyford. Pretty sure y’all love my Texas Pete way more than me. Well fine. He only can fuck one women. And if he wants to stick to her and his children and his mama and he’s got to drop all of you.
Have a nice day family network plan 🖕🏻