Vam wrote:Lady Murasaki wrote:I Love Lucy, she wasn't a violent women though.
Her husband was.
...<sigh>...
This thread had dropped right down the page but she couldn’t just leave it there, could she?
Her chronic Response Tourettes always kicks in, and she just HAS TO gush out more bullshit. My only regret is that I’ve allowed myself to get dragged right down into her stinking trough.
Fact: even after all this time, she still blames me (& always will) that Snuffs and her other “buds” are no longer around, and that they can’t strut about like a feral cabal of Dogs Alpha Bitches any more.
I recall you once asking me about what you might have missed back in the day. So I’ll leave you guys with a little history lesson, and another timely reminder to look beyond her chatty ‘fluff’ and kitschy avatars. Check out the malicious, fetid old trout that lies beneath.
Just a few examples of Canny being “very mild and measured”...
* her & her gaggle of crows, regularly taking the piss out of the death of my husband
* remaining mute when her bezzies suggested I chuck his ashes into a dustbin
* never posting a single word of reproach when her odious BFF, Snuffs, would continually post spitefully insensitive song choices, with the sole intention of taking the piss out of anyone going through bereavement or tough times. Holly knows all about that too, btw. That’s one of the reasons her mate eventually got a perma
* cheering from the cheap seats - and joining in - while her mates instigated, and then continually perpetuated, the "Mad Vam" myth
* rejoicing in the knowledge that I was unable to have children and spitting out the word “Barren!” at me at every opportunity
* repeatedly accusing me of being an alcoholic
* repeatedly calling me a "whore/prossie", and suggesting I must have been shagging all the builders every day at my last house
* repeatedly ordering me to fuck off from here and just stick to offering my “chlamydia encrusted flaps” to any passing male
* regularly reminding me that she & her mates had been here long before I joined, and bragging that they’d ALL still be here long after I disappear
* expressing a fervent hope that my 4x4 would “slide right off the edge of that mountain, and hit every rock, all the way down to the bottom”
* making sweeping generalisations that, because I live in Marbella, all my friends must be criminals
She busts a gut trying to be all fragrant rainbows and unicorns these days, which is all just fab
But as a decade of her posting history clearly shows, the chains on her mood swings could snap at any given moment.