Die Bitches and Assholes

[tha_adjudicator]

Hey Bitches, Its me the Adjudicator. so I've had this fucked up journal for a month now and only now I write in it. Anyways, I think that anybody who has a live journal needs to be shot and de-balled because they are pathetic losers looking for attention, wanting to tell people about their personal life to gather mass sympathy but not wanting to be

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Rounding things out

[siouxcourtesan]

Aw, look man, I missed one. Silly me.

Here's the deal, adjudicator. Every single time you open your mouth in this sad excuse for a journal, I'm gonna have something to say to it. Every time I see your ridiculous and misleading screen name spewing some vomitous, unasked-for opinion, I'm gonna be right there. Your poison don't bother me, and I kind of like throwing some back in your face and watching you spit and shriek.

You're exactly the kind of self-righteous aggressive little dickhead that can't take the abuse he dishes out. And as long as I'm still interested in watching you foam and froth like a sick dog, I'm gonna be right here, holding you up as the idiot we both know you are.

Course if you shut up for good, that's even better, you repressed little troll. You need a different hobby.

later,
Kim

Re: Rounding things out

[tha_adjudicator]

Aww you love me. If I shut up, then I would take away the only thing in your life that means anything. Then perhaps you would put into action that suicidal tendency that swims around in the liquified contents of your cracked cranium. Sorry I don't believe in capital punishment, I believe in slow torture. Much like the farmer, on whose land you squat, doesn't object to your presence as your stench keeps the rats away; I don't either.
Stay Tuned!

Heh.

[siouxcourtesan]

Actually, kiddo, you make me sick. Reading the results of your mediocre thought process is a little like finding something decaying on the road; ya just can't help but stand there and poke it a bit.

I find I can skip 99% of your abusive, meandering posts and still get in the enjoyment of rattling you, and that's sad. You got no panache, you got no style, and there is no plot. You're a lot of train wreck, going on and on: I'd feel bad for you if you weren't such a rabid little fucko.

It's taking you more than one try per post to reply, Judge. You're slippin. Burroughs said revision is a sin; you got something to say, say it already. Stop trying to think of eleaborate curse words; your supply is hereby exhausted. Entertain me already.

Waitin on a good one,
Kim

Re: Heh.

[tha_adjudicator]

You obviously wouldn't know a good insult if it flew into your bulbous nose much like the way you fling your bow-legged carcass at unsuspecting males on the dance floor of Bill's barnyard buggery and good eats bar.
You cannot rattle me. That is the difference between you and I. And actually bitch, you are boring me. Everything you've posted to me really sucks. But it is quite obvious that you have fallen for the Adjudicator. I can't blame you. My immense charm and profound wisdom is irresitable to the opposite sex.

[siouxcourtesan]

You're begging me to heap abuse on you over the whole 'you want me' thing. It isn't going to happen, Judge, because the straight truth is that you're doing what you've always done thus far; you're trying to make me sick. So you've done my insulting for me there.

Does it suck? You don't like it? You get the point now, do you?

Keep going, mouthy, I got all night. What I miss tonight I'll keep up with tomorrow. No, I'm not going to let you alone; I figure it's up to someone to repay you for all the garbage you've been throwing around, totally unasked for, and utterly undeserved.

Your own medicine tastes like shit, don't it?

Bring it back, wiseass.
Kim