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Bobo. What happened to you that weekend in Buffalo? Why couldn’t you show your face? Did you go to a basketball game? Perhaps Syracuse? Was someone waiting for you in your hotel room? Did you need a steak for your eyes and a brace for your knees afterwards? Lord knows what happened to you at your crazy weekend in Vegas. Did you ever plan to meet me or was it all just a gag?
Lord know what happened to you at your crazy weekend in Vegas. Did you ever plan to meet me or was it all just a gag? Lord only knows why you pulled me from the network that spring. But was I happy to see you restored on Memorial Day. My boycott worked for you, but you sure threw daggers back to me. So much for lift-off and that 6-day test flight to the moon. Was it because of that 10-page intro I wrote that you guys turned into the box office flop?
But the way you sucked me into helping out the RNC was masterful. I still have not been paid, just like you’ve been making bank on my work since, well, when? 7 Oct 2023?
Or was it that fateful December day when someone said they wanted to marry me but sleep in separate rooms. Do you remember my reply?
“What’s the point of marriage if you’ve got separate beds? I want someone who’s gonna hold me all night long.” And you cut in, stealing my heart in an instant. Do you remember what you said? I sure do.
“I’d never kick my 95-pound Rottweiler outta bed.”
Sometime after that you explained about your horrible snoring. “My grandpa and dad had that problem too. Not a stopper for me. A teensy little elbow nudge always works and rarely wakes them up. They both fell asleep in their recliners and couch, routinely usually with me nestled up beside them.”
Anyway. Leaving me stranded out in the middle of nowhere night after night after 12 hours driving was a crazy rotten thing to do. Besides, still NO reimbursment for my expenses. The last straw was when I went off on you for the atrocities and backstabs and you blamed me for my reaction to your atrocities? And ruining my title drop, “Fly Me to the Moon,” which would have honored Frankie. Why couldn’t you understand that they got poor little kitten, and that meant I wasn’t gonna lead ’em straight to you? Or was that just a ruse to keep me away? The world will never know.
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Let’s not even talk about Shark Week and you jacking all my diving family. We’ll save the discourse on how you intercepted my New Year’s resolution to give someone else a 5-point appreciation poem every day or the poem I wrote for you upon request for the 4th of July that you foisted off as a lure to your replacement. Not that I’m complaining. He was the best babysitter company I ever had. After that abysmal start you gave us, we had an amazing 9, awarded by 85% and 470 times damages. If you need the details, I got ’em.
But I know you’ve been following it closely, even though I’ve blocked you and your little comrades every place I can. Yes, hijacking the cub reporters I grew into anchors was also a brilliant, masterful, cutthroat move. How’s it working out for you? It’s always a party until the Grim Reaper calls.
All the best. PS. Check out the SHOTSKI Crazy X Page .
Can you tell which ex on the SHOTSKI you are ? Do you like my concept? Did you jack that too in one of the streaming series you guys tried to match but botched royally? Imagine if ever any of you paid for my full content instead of spinning the 15% I give for free into Charlotte’s Web of disaster. How it’s making you billions, I don’t know, when there are so many good ways. Classic ways to spin it.
How about the Cobrizias Galaxy Coaltion page? As you can see, your directions spun us out on un-sharing cads? A thousand detours. Subscribe and find out. Warm regards. Please pay up. 3% earnest money on all your profits would be a good start.
P.S. At 42 you’re a little old for me. BTW. I don’t think she left you cuz of the snoring. That was just a convenient excuse to shield you from the truth. Shall we do a shot? Perhaps you’d like a Pink Platypus?