Bastardcast Final Say

They at it again. Them people at the Bastardcast not only did a show about me where they said my show was the worst podcast ever, I just discovered that they then hated more on me on their Bastardcast Forum page.

I showed this forum to my mother and she cried. She told me to delete my blog, stop
my podcast, buy a gun and move back in with her. I printed the forum out and took it to my church and they prayed for Bastardcast...and told me I should have not provoked them. This made my blood boil. I got mad and walked out of the prayer meeting. Reverand Donalds came out after me and tried to calm me down with an arm around my shoulder and a napkin for my tears. He said Bastardcast only wanted to be my friend by asking for the add, and I was mean to them on my show, so I deserve what I get..or in his words..."I reeped what I sew."

I looked at him through my tears, snot runnin down my upper lip to my chin, wig slightly tilted over my left eyebrow. The bubbles in my brain began to boil like a pot of boiling water. I got so mad I pushed over a table with flowers on it right next to us. The vase was fulled with water and it splashed all over the floor. The crash brought other members of the prayrer group out into the hallway to see what happened. When they saw what I had done, they asked me to leave. I screamed at them at the top of my lungs so even God could hear me...

"Bastardcast is the devil and you people stupid!"

I ran out the church and got into my car, lit my scented candle and drove to Dunkin Donuts where I ordered two dozen chocolate glazed and cried, parked in the parking lot. A homeless man who recognized me from a show I put on at the shelter knocked on my door. I screamed, reached for my pepper spray and sprayed him. But the window was rolled up so I sprayed the window. It bounced off and went into my eyes and I screamed some more. The homeless man kept knocking and I was dying from the pain of the spray. I told him to go away but he wouldn't so I got out of my car and took a swing at him. He moved too fast, I missed and fell down.

There I was...lying in a parking lot in a dried puddle of oil, chocolate doughnut crumbs all over my face, pepper spray burning my eyes, me crying and screaming from the pain and shame and a homeless man trying to box with me.

All because of Bastardcast.

It looks like Bastardcast has won this round.

-LR
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