Remember Jacqueline from the other day? She keeps activating her Facebook profile to contact me, and it’s creeping me out:
“aawwww…I am sorry. I didn’t realize you wrote an insult to me. I didn’t mean to ignore you…you are just kind of something to make me laugh after I am done read the important stuff. Thank you though. You are so cute. Like a puppy growling at his reflection. Let me know when you want to be a big boy and take the batman jammies off.”
Cute like a puppy? She wants to take my “jammies” off? Ugh.
If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the shower, scrubbing myself down with the toilet bowl cleaner. (It’s probably cleaner than how that woman just made me feel.)
Her and the weirdo John Stone could be one and the same. I haven’t confirmed it, but their obsession with me is creeping me out, man.