And guess who fails today?
More specifically, the Westboro Baptist Church.
If you've never heard of them, then you fail.
These guys are fucking bananas.
You should check out their homepage.
That's their homepage alright.
Reader:: But why do they fail, Charlotte?
Me:: I'm glad you asked, Reader. You see, they hate Lady Gaga.
Reader:: -le gasp!-
Me:: Indeed, Reader. In fact, they hate her so much, the re-wrote and recorded a parody of her song Poker Face.
Reader:: You're shitting me.
Me:: That I am not, Reader.
God hates the world, apparently.
I mean he hates me.
Your fetus if you're pregnant.
And you're going to hell.
No love from this god.
Well, MY god is [GM]Dave.
Seems like a just god to me.
He don't like you, he feeds you to Jormy.
And since I'm still around, I must not have pissed him off.
At least I hope not.
Since it has been a while...
Well, I joined an IRC channel group thingy.
Fun times, let me tell you.
And my boyfriend has been withholding sex from me.
None for the Charlotte, mm-mmm.
She has to wait.
Wait for what?
I don't know.
I'm going out of my mind.
In case you didn't know, where most humans are fueled by trivial things like food and water,
I am fueled by sex.
You give it to me and, damnit, you be glad I'm asking.
You don't get to take it from me.
That's a woman's job.
Reader:: Aren't you a woman?
Me:: Thank you, Sir Obvious. But I'm not the one taking it away and using it to get what I want, am I?
I think I'm dying...
People Eating All the Crazy Elves.
[I just made that up.]