Living

Well, well. We certainly have an interesting dilemma going on here. And at the request of my good friend FlyingTim, I'll throw in my two cents for anyone that might care to read them. Oh, and I also don't give a fuck if anyone likes them or not. So suck my hairy Italian asshole.

Levres, stop being a two year old. Right now. I personally don't care how you act, but I'm giving you a suggestion that might make your life a whole lot easier. "I don't like not getting my way." Tough shit, sister, that's the way life is. I don't like not getting my way either, but it's really unrealistic to think that you can, and it's stupid to get upset over the fact you can't.

Pappy, don't even consider moving in with Levres and Wilson. If the thought crosses your mind, I'll punch you in the fucking head and I mean it. As good of a friend as you might be to both of them, don't put yourself into the position of being an unwanted third wheel. I don't care what they might say about it, but you'll all end up miserable if something like that happens. Living with a bunch of guys is different than living with one of your best friends and his girlriend. Situations like that never end up good. Now, if Pappy were to get a woman of his own, then moving in as two couples MIGHT be acceptable if everyone gets along. But as it is right now, I'd seriously advise against it.

Calliander, I'd like to bring up something that might be a bit old. I don't know why, but something stopped me from posting after you made your little rant about Easter way back near Easter. Some lady DID NOT come into East Haven Mobil and call you a "faithless demon" and put a rosary on the counter and all that shit. Stop making up outrageous stories. And if that DID happen (which I highly doubt), tell your boss to let you make a copy of the security tape so you can send it to "America's Shittiest Lies." I'm done.

So Speaks The Gatekeeper...So It Shall Be!