Everyday I sit here wondering...

...what words to use to make my point in the most reasonable, thoughtful way possible. I think about certain things for a long time while I decide what argument I should use to persuade you guys to see certain things my way. Yesterday I posted a comment sent to me by Colleen Lombardi of 18 Stillo Drive in Airmont, New York. Usually I go right ahead and make mincemeat out of people when I post proof of their mental and moral incompetence but I was busy yesterday and I wasn't in the mood. I figured that it would be there when I got to it and I would deal with it later.

Then I read the comments that people left. You guys pretty much made my points...all of them. You leave me with little left to do but repeat what you said and add a bit of sarcasm, bitchiness or outright malevolence. So, let's do it.

Oh Ms. Lombardi, desperate is SO not a good color on you. It makes your ass look fatter.

You noticed that too? I didn't realize that she was so fat until Solaris told me about a chick Jeff knows from school. She told Sol that Jeff and she don't use the name Colleen when they refer to this nut in conversation, they just refer to her as Fat Ass. If Jeff is already calling the hag Fat Ass when out of her checkbook range...she MUST be feeling it. THAT absolutely would explain the desperation.

It's really funny that people we don't know actually believe they have power over us to the point that what they say might emotionally impact us in some way. You'd have to mean something to me in order to have that power.

Exactly. Her comments are meant to wound me. All they do is give me a few days of fodder and a surge in my stats.

And since the skanks of the world mean nothing, even to the men who are screwing their brains out on the side, nothing they have to say is worth a thing.I mean, honestly, if they were worth the air they breathe, the men they screw would all divorce their wives immediately and marry them. Since this particular man in question is STILL MARRIED, more than 2 years later, that speaks volumes.

Jeff is holding up the divorce over $15 grand...money, money, money. He's about nothing if it isn't the money. And it looks like this particular skank is finally realizing that. I have an idea...Hey colon, why don't you send Sol a check for 15 grand and end the marriage? Maybe his next sugar mama will pay you back.

If she's so happy with her poached man, why is she here?

That's it in a nutshell isn't it? I think we all know what's going on here and it has nothing to do with happiness. There's little that is less palatable than an overcooked poached egg. And I believe colon has the taste of a chewy egg in her mouth. She'd sense it if she would at least rinse after the blowjobs.

A better defense would be to shut up and not respond, because by responding she gives the entire world oodles of material to work with.

Hush! Don't tell her that she's totally tipped her hand! (Between you and I...you're so right. As with sex, when we want to hurt another person...we do what would work with us. If you like oral sex and you want to make someone feel good, you GIVE oral sex. And if you want to hurt a person's feelings, you'd do it in a way that hurts your own. The problem there is that we don't all like or dislike the same things. Now I know her weak spot. Ladies...isn't it nice to have IQ's in the triple digits? Let this moron continue to toss her flat tomatoes. I'm learning here.)

And btw...I kept my hubby out for "leaving" me for other women. It's the best decision I ever made, even if it's several years old. And ironically? He still sends me a text once in a while to say how much he misses me!

Of course he does. And he does it for the same reason that Rick reads this everyday and that Jeff tried to talk to Sol earlier this year. They realize what they've done. That doesn't necessarily mean anything else...just that. They know they screwed up big time. They all want to keep a road open to the life they want back. Even if they never walk down that road...they love knowing it's open. And they start thinking with their higher brains as the penis's stop talking so much. There's no gray matter in a penis...listening to that sucker only causes trouble and they've all found themselves a new can of worms.

It must suck to be the driver of a used man who is still married to the original owner. This pitiful bitch has to stay in Mistress Mode. She can't relax with a headache at night...she has to keep sucking the dick of a man she knows is drifting away. The further he drifts, the more furiously this one sucks. I simply MUST get that picture out of my mind.

Jeff Kirby. What a simply drab name. That's someone you'd expect to find at the Raccoon Lodge with Norton and Ralph. Good catch, colon. Congrats on capturing another woman's cheating, low class Scaramouch. And thanks for assuring that there's one less predator-bum without a dime on the streets of New York.

Send all comments to Jeff Kirby or Colleen Lombardi at 18 Stillo Drive in Airmont, New York.

Have a lovely day.

Meg