I'm crushed. Really!

Well, someone thought they'd be clever and leave a bunch of insulting comments on my blog trying to convince me that they were CK and his little buddies and that Jessica gave them this addy. It's so nice to know that a loyal and faithful reader has been so kind as to try to hurt my feelings. What was your purpose? To make me cry? To make me angry? Did you really think that I would believe that you were him? Your story has too many holes, my testicularly challenged friend. Here. Let's have a looksie!

NO dear, lol, pushing buttons on a video game does not burn calories.

Well, Mr. Didn't Have The Balls To Leave A Name, I never said it did. But thanks for implying that I'm a fatass. Coming from someone who has likely never seen me before, that really hurts. You know what that hurts like? It hurts like that one time that someone cut in front of me to get a shopping cart. And didn't even say excuse me! Man, I was devastated for days.

Do thank your dear friend for giving us all the addy to your blog, most interesting!

Ah, well thank you for thinking so. Apparently, my blog can not only cater to great minds like the Incomparable Otak, and Sevi the Evil Genius, and Beaner Queen of Darkness, and Lynne Queen of all that is Good in the World...but it can also cater to the lowest common denominator of human intelligence like you. And I know my friend did not give you this addy. You shouldn't give away so many details next time! Makes it far too easy to debunk. Now I know we're not friends because I would never bother with such a bottom-dwelling, oxygen-wasting ass-monkey.

LOL, you didn't think us "bar guys" had the addy to this blog? Nice to know all you are thinking about us, esp about who you think is your boyfriend, lmfao, yeah you are right, she will delete this.

LOL All the "bar guys" that I know are either a) incapable of being quite this cruel or b) don't know me well enough to bother checking up on my blog. I have never once said that anyone was my boyfriend. CK knows that I adore him. I do not expect anything from him. And I'm not going to delete your asinine comments. That would make it that much more difficult to mock them.

Rem Ck, shhhhh, we don't know a thing about this blog, lmfao

Methinks that if you were actually talking to CK, you would've used his real name. Not only that, but you would've been talking to him in a car since at the time of your posting, he was very much in a car on his way to Tennessee. See what I mean about too many details? Ah, this is almost SAD for you!

Yeah riiiiiiiiiiiight, lol, hush hush

Oh, the Mighty CK responds!!! What a miracle! At 2:16 am! That's really somethin since he left for Nashville at midnight. So my theory is, you are one sad little troll who doesn't know me at all, but instead are probably sitting in your parent's basement somewhere in Manitoba eating Cheez Whiz (tm) sandwiches and surfing for porn in between your blog readings and comment postings. With some practice and dedication, your commentary may rise to the level of insipidity. I really do hope you got a kick out of trying to hurt my feelings because it was probably the most excitement you've had all day.

Thanks jess, hehehehehe

Jessica didn't give you this address. When Jessica is at that bar, I'm there. And when we're there, we're always together. How in the world would she have gotten the time to strike up an entire conversation unbeknownst to me and then stealthily slip this addy to anyone? Not to mention the fact that I know that if she were even thinking about it, she would check with me first. She knows how this game is played. But the most important aspect is this: Jessica and I have been friends for about fifteen years now. She is one of my closest and dearest friends and there is NO WAY that I am believing the word of some cretin over hers.

So to sum up, I know you are just some asshole I don't know pretending to be some asshole I do know. And I challenge you, oh neuron-challenged one. If you really do know me and you really do see me out at that bar, please post here letting me know either what I was wearing last night or what I am wearing tonight. If you get either one right, I might believe you. If you get them both right, well then my humble apologies to you for assuming that you were an asshole that I don't know.

And I leave you with the wise wise words brought to you by the letters S, E, V, and I on what I think of your clever little comments, you who hides behind the curtain of anonymity like a scared little pig at Jimmy Dean's house:

It is said that 1000 monkeys on 1000 typewriters would eventually reproduce the works of Shakespeare, but on their worst day, they couldn't duplicate this tripe.