Pants

I can't believe I'm actually stooping this low and actually taking my time to blog about this.
I'm just so pissed off at this point, I really want to.
At least I'm not going to be a pussy and make a cute little clever nickname for you, I'll just say Terry and skip the asshole part of all that. Seriously, you call your 'friends' the most awful names. Art fatty, Doormatt, Fatjack and Fatso? And Coonbitch, someone you say you really like. You're pathetic.
Well Terry, I noticed in your last blog you expected someone to make an enraged response blog to the juvenile things you write. At first, I was like well that will not be me, I don't care enough to do that. I mean, everyone knows your blogs are one of the most douche bag blogs out there. You're like a local Perez Hilton, I think. At least his excuse is being a faggot, you're just a coward.
Listen, I don't really give a shit that you call me a whore and this and that in your blogs, because if people are smart enough they wont take your sad blogs to heart. But when you go around telling people I sucked Matt's dick, that's when I really get pissed. Whether something like that is true or not (which it isn't, if it was, this blog wouldn't exist) who are you to go around and tell people about it? How will that make you any better, how will it make you happier, how will it do you any good? And what in the world did I do to you anyways? Aw, could it be that you're sad I never sucked your cock and was your fuck buddy like you wanted while you were still dating 'CoonBitch'? Yeah, sure, it was during the end of your relationship with her and you guys were having problems, but it's still a bullshit thing to do, and I'd never want to get with you anyways. Fucking get over it, if that's why you're being the way you are. You have no reason to be such an asshole to me and say absurd stupid things about me, and go out of your way to make me sound like a whore to other people. My life is none of your business. You keep my name out of your fucking mouth, and I'd be more than happy to do the same. Sure I did hook up with Matt, yes I was drunk, and in a really emotional state of mind that night but it didn't go that far. Maybe you expect me to do something like that, I don't know. You're fucking sick, man. Grow up, and the only reason I'm blogging about this is because I never want to have to talk about this again, or you for that matter. Really, what happened to you? I mean you've always been an asshole but it's like you're so much worse now. So after I post this, it will be off my chest. Hmm what else should I say before I'm off. I guess just fuck off and die.