WTF

Not surprisingly, I've had my share of bizarre comments on this blog, which I welcome with open arms and an expectant wallet because having the verbal equivalent of men's underwear being thrown at me is better than having tumbleweeds scurry past my blog.


However! This one, posted on my introductory post at Putanginamo!com, really takes the freaking cake:




I should be flattered that above he-who-should-not-be-named reader (not Ade) thinks I'm pretty despite not having seen my soft and smooth glowing skin, naturally brown, straight and shiny long hair, and that three-fourths of my face is deformed beyond human comprehension. But I'm more thrilled with the idea that perhaps he-who-should-not-be-named reader and I are on the same wavelength or that maybe, just maybe, we were BFFs in our past lives for him to write a post almost the mirror image of one of mine (although reworded a bit awkwardly) only two days after I posted it here. Oh Fate, such a bored and sneaky skank in dire need of some bitch-slapping.