A loose translation of yesterday's little love letter to my schizoid, Paxil-popping pal, Mary, is as follows:

"You pathetic piece of dog crap, how dare you call me a Nazi. I've never espoused anything that could be taken as endorsing a Nazi agenda. Go back to your little sad Liberal world where it's cool to get your thoughts from sappy folk song lyrics, and lament that fact that you are a married lesbian, unable to fulfill your dream of a life of rug munching."
Then I closed with some sick remark regarding her mother's fondness for licking my dogs genitals.


That being said, I'd like to officially rid my little soap-box here of this annoying little piss stain called Mary once and for all. I found it funny that she sent her similarly prescription dependent friends to my site to decorate my guestbook with their mindless liberal brain-snot ideas. Now, let's move on tomorrow with some new stuff.