There’s been some weird grandstanding in the Pukes room the last couple of days, kinda makes you wonder what’s going on.
First, maggie (who swore she was going to stay out of the Pukes mess), noisily crashed through the Pukes ceiling ala James Bond and gave a frenzied, fearsome and profanity-soaked speech about getting punked by a [fake] email. Maggie at her best can peel the polish off your toenails with her tongue, and by the time she was done ripping carol and pristy, all toenails were bare as a baby’s butt, including mine! Second, the ever-manic hydeeehoe made a gate-crashing entrance into Pukes early this morning demanding to talk to flake. She then ranted and raved at me in her typical cryptic phrases that didn’t make much sense and were riddled with typos and spelling errors. If anyone present at the time understood what hydeee was saying, please send me the memo.
So what’s going on here? Are the outcasts and the self-exiled missing the Pukes room and trying to snag a piece of the action in there? Let’s hope it ain’t so. The sight of pristy’s name in the Pukes room is enough to put me in a coma, dunno about you. Agh.
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