the vynsane asylum

Snigtad. Please change your illiterate signature line so that it does not reflect any disparaging comments about mine, or anyone elses, mother. You have never met my mother. Nor would you know where to begin looking in these continental United States. Therefore, your allegation that you have any kind of coital link with her is indeed preposteroous. Furthermore, even if you were given a roadmap directly to her front door, and permission by me, to have her in a manly fashion, you would be too chicken shitting scared to make any kind of move whatsoever. You are a gigantic pussy who has never had any inkling of what it's like to be with a woman, so please stop pretending with your false bravado and filthily explicit potty talk, otherwise.

I won't go so far as to call you a gigantic flaming fagatron, because I don't believe you have known the tender, gentle touch of a man either. And if by some stroke of luck, your uncle did come into your room on Thanksgiving all those years ago and jammed his finger into your tender shittube and rubbed his sticky penis tip on your lips, you have mentally blocked that incident from your memory. So you have no frame of reference.

In short, shut your fucking piehole you pantywaist susan.

Snigtad Flornbi may never have or never will meet your mother, but I know her real well. Let me tell you, that woman loves to be a cowgirl and ride my bologna pony. And we're not talking about a short 8 second trip, either. I believe it was best described by Lionel Richie when he said, "All night long (all night) Oh, all night long."

dO i KNOW WHERE YOUR MOTHER LIVES? mAYBE. i REALLY DON'T CARE. bUT i CERTAINLY KNOW WHERE YOUR DADDY LIVES.

aND, AS YOU'RE WELL AWARE, i KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. aND HOW YOU LIKE IT WHEN i DRESS LIKE A fRENCH MAID.