I Object Part 3

I object as did many others when they read what Jeffro stated about one of my comments on his blog regarding allowing us to share in his honeymoon night by video recording or video streaming the action as he and his lovely wife becum one.

Young Joffro, please understand that I consider you a close friend and colleague but surely your descriptive portrayal of my respectful and polite inquiry was maliciously off the target.

To say that my comment regarding video streaming or recording your honeymoon was one of the “creepiest” things I have posted repulsed me. Why is that you ask? It shows a lack of precontental respect. For instance…..

Some might argue it was my interjection over some controversy involving New Orleans City Council woman Stage Hedge when I just stated innocently, “I would do her” as one of my “creepiest”. Well holy fucking Mother of God, some woman got insulted and wrote Al Gore requesting that I be banned from the Internet. She found me repulsive. What a judgmental bitch. I think that happen over at Urster’s.

Some may say it was the GrandMaMa (or whatever she calls herself) incident when I stated something along the lines; and may I add; quite politely, that she gave off an impression of being an old bag. Well, not only did she attack me but even her homey viciously attacked me (said I had crap for brains) in public no less. Evidently, I hit a bit too close to home and defense mechanisms were elevated to red alert. And Ursta said she was in fact hot! (I saw her pic a couple of weeks ago….it was much worse than I had imagine. Also, Urster may be legally blind.)

Others believe it was a post on someone’s blog where I suggested that all pre-priests be castrated just as a precaution. I mean, what’s the point of having 3 gigs of memory if you only gonna play soli-fucking-tary on your computer? And for the safety of children, only children with sexually transmitted diseases can become altar boys. I also suggested that the Little Sisters of the Poor consider “putting out” to raise some cash instead of bumming money like a bunch of fucking winos. Wow, you would have thought I was Satan himself. They bellyache on and on about how bad things are but when I offer solutions, I am attacked and may I add; slandered.

Then there was the real-estate agent's blog where I suggested that to get a great deal as a buyer, visit the neighbor of the owner whose house you are interested in buying and offer the neighbor a $100 to put up signs that say he was convicted of being a sexual predator. (Be nice and supply the signs and offer to place them.) This always puts the buyer in an enviable position. Also, the other neighbors nearby are happy because it is less likely that someone with fucking annoying, moronic, nasty, funky kids will buy a house next-door to a sexual predator. As soon as the deal goes through, he takes the signs down. That roach infested cunt blogger removed my suggestion from her blog.

I am now commenting on her blog as Jesús the illegal alien and telling her I need one of them foreclosed gringo homes for me, my wife, my eight kids and my mother. Unfortunately my mother-law did not survive the trip to this wonderful county. We were so hungry......... I meant to slaughter our donkey for food but shot and gutted my mother-in-law by mistake. It was dark. The heat.......it was so hot..... my vision was blurred. Also, with her nasty disposition, I was surprised how good the old gal tasted.

Viva el Mexico and long live the memory of Stinko de Mildew!

Look Jiffy, I am not angry with you but perhaps a little bent. No hard feelings and in fact, as you approach the day when you will lose your virginity, I would be more than happy to give you some tips including where and where not to stick your tongue. In fact, I would not mind running you and your lovely bride-to-be through a few dry runs if you know what I mean.... that is if you still insist on going through with this barbaric ritual that society has perpetrated on God’s favorite and chosen children; us guys.