Besides all the usual stress / aggravation with trying to put together a set list of covers for a gig less than 24 hours away, I've also been dealing with little shit talking hairy armed Downtown Trolls looking for validation to their pathetic existence. Look, I know you old trolls once had a future as bright as the semen that covered your faces nightly @ the Beauty Bar (when it was cool to hang out there, right?) but now? You're just sad and ugly and forgotten. Sure, you can hashtag Twitter and Instagram snarky stuff to your panty sniffing sycophants like you're relevant, like you matter, but you don't. You know you don't. You go out of your way to create "controversy" with your femiNazi agenda, your borderline threats you label as wishes, stirring the pot, looking for someone to play along with you and your BS and guess what?
It's not me.
I got waaaaayyy better things to do, waaaaayyyy bigger cunts than you un-merry old trolls to fry, and you aren't gonna drag me down to your level of silly pettiness. I live in the real world, not the delusional Downtown fish bowl, PC pussy world you all immerse yourself in. Go back under your bridge ugly little trolls. You 2 "girls" are like a pathetic before and after weight loss picture. I wish bad things to happen to both of you, which is OK, because wishing isn't threatening, right? ;)