Not on my watch Jugga-Slut *edited to add some stuff*
First Myspace Message from Smoker
Date: Aug 20, 2007 7:07 PM
Subject: Hey,
Body: I have noticed you seem to have nothing better to do than to talk shit about me, hopefully you will stop being so insecure about your self.
Untill then.
Second Myspace Message from Smoker
subject line: Just to let ya know
Body: I am in Tulsa, I plan to be here for a year, so I can hurry up and finish school, and get a degree in legal law, or medical coding, so i will be here for a while, and when you come to visit your fatfuck husband, he knows where I live, He can show you if you want to kick my ass so bad, Talk on the net is big, but let's see that shit be said to my face.
oh, yeah and I'd be pissed off too if my boyfriend, or husband still had pictures of his ex, on his myspace.
Such a shame he won't delete it..
I LOL'ed for a while. Then I decided to write a response.
DANI MONSTER'S RESPONSE
… Are you done yet little girl?
I love that you are so riled up over this. I don’t think you understand how tacky and childish it was to contact me on here, not once, but twice. Wow. That shows how un-classy and tasteless you are. If you didn’t care about us being married and were happy you wouldn’t bother to look at Chris’ MySpace profile, read up on his life, or make special glittery graphics announcing that you don’t care. That displays the opposite. You’re a small town drama queen who is pretending to be a grown-up and I find you entertaining. I am not upset. I am laughing at you.
I am a secure woman and I trust Chris. I understand him and why your pictures might still been up. It doesn’t bother me and neither do you, Kimberly. I know all about you and your confused jugga-fake boyfriend. I know how irresponsible and immature you were while with my Tulsa StrongBoy. If you could understand basic English and read my comments on his page correctly then you would know that I never once threatened you or said I was going to kick your ass. I said you were an ugly cow. I am entitled and protected by the first amendment to say whatever I want about another person. You are a girl and I am a woman. That’s the difference between you and I. That, and I can grasp the concept of reality. How pathetic and sad your life must be that I am the topic of discussion. Your reaction is amusing. When Chris does get over you and commits to someone else the reality that you don’t have him wrapped around your finger bothers you so much. Stop trying to be the center of attention when you can’t compare to how much better his life is without your bullshit.
Why would you tell me where you live? You aren’t worth fighting and it’s stupid to assume that I would want to. Why would I need to? I already got what I wanted and you are four states away anyway. I wouldn’t waste $400 on a plane ticket to come to your front door and I damned sure wouldn’t announce myself if I was going to. A pig-faced child like you isn’t worth the time or energy. Maybe it doesn’t register in your pea brain but real women don’t get insecure when their man’s ex-girlfriend runs her mouth. You are too young to understand how great a man Chris is and trust me darlin’ you aren’t worth a damned thing compared to me. Get used to disappointments like this. You haven’t really done anything by messaging me except make yourself look foolish.
There is a running bet with Chris and his friends to see when you are going to get knocked up by that jugga-loser you’re in love with. I put dibs on six months. You don’t need to puff up and tell me what your aspirations are. I don’t care. I have a family, a good paying job, and a man that loves me without having to play mind games. I can and do support myself. I don’t need someone to take care of me and that is why he married me. Anything else that comes with this fantastic life I have is worth it and it doesn’t involve little girls that attempt to faze me by running their mouth. You are class-less and stupid for thinking a real woman like me would give a damn about what you have to say.
Grow a pair and go back into your worthless life, princess. I’ve got everything going for me and no matter what you do or say I’ve got Chris’ heart and his thoughts are on me. He’s over you and he’s coming to live with me in California where the grass is greener and you are nothing more than a bad dream.
With that said Kim, have a great life. I’m sure your dream of being a little medical coder will come true. Little girls with small town dreams of mediocrity are sure to come after the welfare is gone. Do not contact me again. You are banned.
Have fun being a sloppy cunt in the T.
Dani Cothern