Originally Posted by
irul&ublo
Dear Brett:
I'm so sorry to hear you're bored Brett; what's the matter, is this afternoon's Oprah a re-run? The batteries for SheRa's LesboStrap give out? Did Splat finally track you down and kick your ass, so you're too scared to go after him anymore? Or maybe you just got tired of starting flame wars between yourself and any of your several aliases. I especially like it when you call one of them a douchebag for outing another of your alises as being you. Self stalking...sooo hot right now.
I know that living in SUCCO (which, by the way, is an appropriate acronym for both the place and its inhabitants) has filled you with delusions of granduer and convinced you that the collective actually wants to hear about your lame exploits....but seriously, how many more fucking times do we have to look at the same old multi exposed pillow shot to pillow shot pic. Fuck...even reading about Gosey's affairs with Cool Ethan has more steeze.
The long and short of it Brett is that you are the attention whore of attention whores, about as appealing as a bucket of colostomy bag washout and make as much sense as an all day "Walker, Texas Ranger" marathon dubbed into Cantonese. And just so that pile of festering excrement Rontele can be right for once, I'll close by saying you are also gayer than Richard Simmons at a Celine Dion concert.