I've blocked him. I should remember his name and tell someone in case he comes after me. In the meantime, I wonder what happened to her. She disappeared from My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version -- RIP) and I haven't heard from her since. But goddamn she could suck my dick and toss my salad. I sometimes wonder if getting handled by her is worth getting murdered by him.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Wednesday, May 15, 2024
On Facebook I just got a reminder that it is the birthday of a stripper whose crazy fuckin' boyfriend conned me into divulging shit we did at a stripper party. I know she caught hell from him; I'm guessing he beats her, if they're still together ... or if she's still alive. But after I realized I was tricked/catfished, he went onto all of my posts (through his girlfriend) and made these bullshit accusations. I am so, so glad none of my real friends even mentioned any of that to me once I saw that he was trying to dirty me up, let alone believed him.
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