oh Momma. Go away, sweet dear. Refill your meds and go see a shrink. It is clear that you are "She" as in the devil who shall not be named for fear that the fecal matter that fills her brain will come spewing out of her orifices and cover me with her shit. Yes, honey, I know it is you. We all do. And we pity you. We all have been talking offline about how sad and pathetic and putrid your life must be to be visiting us again. I guess your other board didn't work out too well, eh? People realzing that 79 of your 89 members are just you talking to yourself? It must get boring only having yourself as a friend right?

And now I am blocking you so don't bother responding