Oh, don't worry.

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No matter how a dream is developed, or thoughts sent, the truth is what it is.

How many of you have threatened down the front line of a major college football defensive line?  I have.  Alone, solo.  My cunt cousin got out of the place.  I thought there were seven, he says eleven.  Didn't matter.  And, yes, face to face, up front, me against a row of them.

Chatter?  Oh, we chattered.  I figured, if it started, I would likely die.  But... I would kill two, maybe three of them.  And, very possibly, end the careers of a few more.  Assuming they had the will of their flesh.  People were going to die.  I was going to make absolutely certain of it.  The one who started it would be dead before I had even begun the real deal.

Yea.  I called him a cunt.  Which he was, whether he started something with me, though especially if he didn't.  He thought he could do it.  He couldn't.  Wouldn't.

So, yea.  I may have some oddities.  But, if you are a cunt, don't go there.  Though, especially if you are.  Know your place.  Just saying.  I heard chatter.  But... knew it was from a cunt.  So, thought I'd be sure to let them know.  Later.