when i was in highschool, i was in a debate competition, i was doing really well and then in my closing i threw something else in to jam the opponents into the ground. the opposition stood up, looking livid and said: "that's.... that's... you...you're.... you are a retard!!!"
for those of you who were witness to my momentary lapse of self yesterday, i apologize. it is sad and greatly painful to realize the instability of your family and relive past abuses as an adult. thank goodness a zanax and good night sleep was all i needed so come back to my regular self.
as my wise, wise fag pointed out, i just needed to go though the logic of the situation, the emotion of the situation, and the law of the situation separately and see i am actually correct on each account. i can't feel bad about it. i owe it to my dad, to the legal system and to myself.
you wanna call me names:
-a retard, obviously not if i am kicking your ass.
-greedy, take a look in the mirror, you are the one trying to keep me out, and settling the tort suit on the day after the funeral!!
-insensitive, you had enough "strength" to both settle the suit and "re-read" for your un-inclusive, and ill-informed interpretation.
-a shister-weasel, ? well this weasel is going to be taking you down! that is why went to boalt you fat f*** electrician.
so for right now, the grotesque, greedy, underachieving and yet big headed retard- weasel is back and SHE IS PISSED!
i forgive you for your immaturity. it sucks to loose. and my best revenge is living well....
