As my subscriber base grows exponentially, I receive anonymous hate mail that sure is a fucking hoot.
Here's the short and skinny...
Subject header: "whiny damn podcasts"
Followed by:
Of course you and Starr are done. what did you expect from an aging, retirement center living, bed-ridden alky? You'll never know if it's her or the vodka talking, but you will catch crap either way. Her needs are so high that no one will ever meet them, certainly not you. Same thing holds for Tootsie who has deep-seated abandonment issues which she will project on others the minute they fail to reply to her promptly. You've been on the shit end of that game so many times it boggles the mind you keep playing along. And you know, who's more needy, you or those two high maintanance fishwifes? And its irony plus to see you a swinging on the end of their heavy sttention needs see saw. Good luck with that! No new subjects for your podcast? I bet that's how you think things are. Drama + drama - bellgab = a circular firing squad and you can expect the agency shills will drop subscriptions soon enough too. I mean what is it you think you produce that is worth paying for anyway? Hearing some thirty yer old snowflake meltdown in tears, podcast after podcast, over the latest perceived slight, real or imagined, is fucking boring! Maybe you can fire the Decon anger puppet up again. Or maybe you can hope Heather comes back and the Rubini troll blasts in to lay waste to the paranormal talker-verse. These might be in play soon. Or you could grab a vine on the Groyper cat lady streams and drop your hopelessly needy, drama-craving self in the middle of some real female angst and hot cat fights. Not being harsh, but that's about all you got left out here. Your forum has almost no one who makes topical content worth reading, let alone subscribing too, and hoping laser, wotr and pate will carry the ball for you while you work yourself into these seemingly endless drama tantrums and then play hide and seek with your own forum members ain't going to cut it. You will soon find yourself talking to an empty screen. You have what, maybe 8 active users? As exercises in ego goes you laid a big fat drama egg and expected the audience to worship it and marvel over it. Clue time - they can get that for free all over youtube. You offer nothing unique except where you live. Crave more peeps? You need to google mary marlowe and her ayahuasca therapy - now that broad makes errinf look like a choirgirl. Or how about pink lady luck? Want to get her motor running? Revive the gripe the deceased being there had after sending her money and then not getting it back when she pitched a tantrum. Groyper just sent that old twat into orbit and it took almost no effort on his part. Hawt stuff! Or you could ask walks to turn his hacker tools on roz or shreddie and do an agency grade doxxing. You have so few users you haven't alienated yet, but like burning the furniture to keep warm it's a fire sale forum when you go there, and you will soon have no other material left. Even better what about your old flame merton, what happened to that paramour forum fling? Meantime you've got a pushy swish fag making passes at straight dudes, which is super unappealing to most normal users, but as long as he greases your palms you can't tell him to quit acting like a fag stalker, which he has become. How gross, making passes at men he'll never have a shot at. Shit like that makes your venue a creepy, icky, unsafe opace, which is ironic as hell given what total snowflake you are and how quickly you fall apart under minor user criticism. Things fall apart, don't they? Namaste then drama addict, even crackstar and meow's rapey trafficking fantasies weren't enough to keep your ship afloat. o o ~~~~//---------//~~~~~
Sent via an anonymous email service. Too scared to show yourself, huh, pussy?
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LOL. This is the biggest laugh I've had in a while.
By the way, I think thats sand in your vagina...
Metron! Imagine the smell.
