You deleted me? Really? Why was my comment deleted?
When in doubt, assume gnomes.
P.S. I have an overly aggressive-spam filter that catches everything from Your Brilliant Comment to Penis Enlargement Tips in the multiples of thousands per day. Sometimes, I’m lazier than others. Perhaps you can do this for me to ensure not one of your comments goes deleted again.
Dear Aunt Becky,
I am an inconsistent, blogger, twitterer, 4squarer, facebooker, you name it. All of which, I participate in because it’s fun. Were it not for TwitterSquareSpace, I would have never found you. With that…
I am being stalked on a daily basis by my bosses wife who has too much time on her hands.
One day I 4squared from where I had lunch with the boss. I have twittered how the boss is the devil. All in innocent fun. But it has now gotten ugly. Wife watches my every move online, interrogates husband, threatens to kill me. Do I quit my online shenanigans to appease, or pump it up and bring on the drama?
Oh Prankster, I’m the WRONG person to ask about this sort of thing, because the moment this sort of shit happens, I kick it up a notch. Possibly thirty notches.
So, DO AS I SAY, NOT AS I DO.
Sounds like Your Stalker is either wildly insecure or crazy or both but since she’s the one who has your bosses balls in a jar under her bed somewhere, you’d best back off the BOSS Tweets. I’d say that anything ELSE is fair game.
Dear Aunt Becky,
John C Mayer is an Asshole, isn’t he….NOT
Is this one of those cryptic messages, like, “The dog barks at midnight over a bowl of saffron gravy?”
Because then I’d have to respond with, “The crow eats ranch dressing.”
Then we’d lock eyes across the room from each other and slowly do the chin-raise-nod, “you know what wins? YOU!” look of appreciation, right before we launched a nuclear missile and blew up whatever the USSR is calling itself these days.