In your hearts, you know it's true

[Joe Guy]

I'd rather talk about me.

Eagerly awaitung any personal tid-bits you wish to share.

I lived my first 10 years on a dead end street in the Bayview district of San Francisco. I was whiter than most of the kids I knew but I didn't know there was a difference between us.

And then suddenly....

time passed...

and time passed again...

and once again....

And I've been cyber-stalked by my ex-battering wife ever since.

In the middle of some of the darkest nights I continue to have nightmares in which I relive those awful days when I was dipped in eggs and rolled in bread crumbs by my batterer.

The sound of an eggbeater still makes me shiver.

Bread crumbs make my skin crawl.

Just last week I dreamed I was a corn dog.

It's not easy being me.

[loCAtek]

Ha! But she ain't here is she ?

[The Hen]

Crumbs, Joe.

That's terrible.

Who cleans up after you?

[The Hen]

Ha! But she ain't here is she ?

What do you want done Lo?

[loCAtek]

As of over two years ago, I told you.


...other than that, this is not about you. I'm just posting my personal history; based on a true story.

[The Hen]

You didn't tell me Lo, but a moot point.

So you will continue to post your personal history. Will you also continue you claims about being stalked?

Because if you do the later, I will continue to ask what you want done about it.

Like now.

I take this to mean you want nothing done about it.

ThX.

[loCAtek]

You're welcome, no problemo, not your business, etc.

[The Hen]

It is if it affects the Board in a negative way.

ThX

[Gob]

Joe, your story should be so sad, but unfortunately it just makes me hungry...

[loCAtek]

Don't worry about it then, you're not that significant, unless you hijack a thread about it, sorry.

[MajGenl.Meade]

Joe! Joe! You're not a corn dog...????

[Joe Guy]

Joe, your story should be so sad, but unfortunately it just makes me hungry...

That's the problem I've faced my whole life.

Nobody understands my pain. After I tell my sad story most people tell me they feel they need to go out and eat.

One person I opened up my sad life to had the unbelievable insensitivity to ask me to drive her to KFC afterward for a bite to eat.

KFC - the home of shameless purveyors of battered fowl.

The lady may as well have yanked my gizzard from my innards and deep fried it before my very eyes. Until then I'd never felt so emotionally battered as I did at that time.

It's all about me and I can't help it.

[Joe Guy]

Crumbs, Joe.

That's terrible.

Who cleans up after you?

Sadly, my battering ex-wife was once the one who would clean up after me.

But she did it just to hide the evidence of her battering ways.

Nowadays I stay away from crumbs. They have a way of sticking to you that I will no longer tolerate. I now have teflon skin.

[Joe Guy]

Joe! Joe! You're not a corn dog...????

I once aspired to be a corn dog but then one day I realized that it involved having a stick up your bum.

So I decided to become a horn dog.

But that's another story from the days when I lived in a cardboard box on a dock in Liverpool.

[Sean]

I can't wait to read your memoirs Joe...

"A Man called Fritter".

[The Hen]

What about Fifty Shades of Fritter?

It could revolutionize the soft porn-dog industry.

[Joe Guy]

I can't wait to read your memoirs Joe...

"A Man called Fritter".

My ex turned me into a fritter

That's why I had to finally quit her

I was battered and stuffed

Then I had quite enough

So I left that man-battering shitter.

(it's all about me)

[Gob]

Ouch!

[The Hen]

[drool] Mmmmmmmm ... Soft frittered porn-dog ..... Mmmmmmm [/drool]

[PMS Princess]