A Dispatch From The Dingo Crew

Rather than approve the following comment that was chillaxing in the moderationn file this afternoon and giving the dingo whoever wrote it free reign to post their inanity all over my blog, I thought I’d reprint it here verbatim.   Everyone deseves to be heard.

Here’s the comment.  [My responses are in brackets.]

The Dingo Went Shopping Yesterday?  [Yeah, at the time I wrote this, she did!] Who wastes their time bashing someone they hate and especially about them shopping?  [As opposed to bashing someone they ‘love’?  Fail.  Who’s bashing her for shopping, though?  Why would I bash her dingo brains for shopping when there are so many other important things to bash her for?]

This site is beyond pathetic and idiotic [Cool; so is Miranda Kerr].  I hope Miranda Kerr finds this website and sues your a***s  [ she has found this website.  And so has her silly mother and her silly brother who looks like Nero (only worse)] but shes a better person [hahahahaha!]  than a bunch of jealous tweens [Oh God.  I’m in phucking Grad School, and sooo not a ‘tween.  I am pretty immature, though  :)]  who hate on people they don’t know [what the phuck are you doing by posting this comment, btw?  Oh, and for the record, I don’t hate Miranda!  I just want her to stop lacerating my boyfriend’s oui oui with her teefs and I want her to quietly return to her cubicle at the zoo].

Maybe one day you people can grow up, Highly doubt it.  [Perhaps… ]

Here’s Miranda, on the night of her nasty dance in Whorelando’s lap at Teddy’s many moons ago.  She was certainly dressed for it.

 ^ These boots were made for lap dancing and that’s just what they’ll do…”