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Today I am thankful for prank websites.  


No one has ever before gotten away with punking, controlling, stalking or harassing me.

I'm a pretty darn good prankster if I say so myself.

I've taken down men in positions of power and I've had one heck of a fun time doing it.

My stalker is in for a treat.

I'm tired of talking.  I'm tired of planning.  I'm tired of crying.  I'm tired of apologizing to the people she harasses.

I'm tired of begging her brother to stop it.

I'm tired of his crap, too.

I'm tired of warning him that if someone gets killed due to the stalking, he's going to get put in real, hard, cold, steal handcuffs

and not the fluffy kind I bought him when we met

but never got to use.

Sigh....

It's my turn to take control.

My ex never liked it when I took control.

So, how would you punk a 350 pound stalker?

Hmmmm......

She thinks I'm a satanic witch.

She thinks I can cast magick spells.

She thinks I own 450 djinn.

Two of my kids speak Latin.  I'm sure they can teach me a charm or two.

Maybe we can have a bit of fun here.

I'll stay up, research and scheme.

It's always a good day to be April Fool's Day!!

Oooh.....

This will be good.

So, I'll have to get a portable prank.  I never know when they are going to strike, so it has to be something I can do in a heartbeat with little prep.

I'm going to invest in a little spy camera to wear.

If I'm lucky, we can post video to YouTube.

It's all good.

If she's NPD, that'll really get her the narcissistic supply she so craves.

Or

she'll blow her top and go to the funny farm.

Let's turn the tables.

So, now I'm going to sell my final remaining bass for seed money.  Thank goodness I know quite a few bassists, they'll help me recover.  They've been after me to upgrade for a few years.

Let's get the brat!

Love ya,

S.

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