This sure explains why he’s so angry.
When you reach the point in your life that you have to tell yourself it’s an annoyance to wake up with a tent that’s taller than your gut, you’d probably be angry too.
Nothing to share today except invisible non-mockery of obsessed DUMBFUCKS who are guaranteed not to respond in any way.
If I were Grady, I would
- remind a DUMBFUCK that I no longer HAVE a blog;
- tell a DUMBFUCK: “Sorry you’re such a worthless DUMBFUCK, DUMBFUCK;
- hire a legal shark to gut a DUMBFUCK six ways from Sunday;
- offer a reminder that the path to shutting up Krendler has always been simple and clear, and therefore far beyond the diminished mental capacity of a deluded DUMBFUCK.
Have fun storming the castle!
And only a cad would reveal what happened next.
A true gentleman, on the other hand, merely posts on the Internet a statement implying that on the night of their first date, the love of his life was a roundheeled, mattressback trollop with such a deep and desperate itch that she took that same “true gentleman” back to her place to do the unmentionable.
Thumbs up for discretion. DUMBFUCK.
UPDATE – Don’t click on this screencapped tweet. There’s a link there and you won’t be happy with where it takes you.
On your own head be it.