Jun 11, 2024
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You are my sunshine
I said gimme back my CANDY CORN!
Aw. Sad. There's trouble in paradise over on the C (read: Chelory) B/S/T page. It seems Jessie--one of the craziest of the crazies--had some trader's remorse:
(whining) Lisaaaaa! I WANT MY CANDY COOOORN!
Mind you, she's not trying to bring any "drama and nastiness," she just wants to be a seriously cracked thorn in Lisa's side. That wont. shut. up.
Poor little baby contacted Lisa and she was soooo mean!
I'm with Lisa on this one. Get a grip. You're pissed that you let that precious jewel of a diaper out of your sight and want it back. God forbid someone SELL a diaper that is their own, personal property. Who do you think you are? Chelory?!?!?
Paranoid much? I don't know who this Mary Ruth character is, but she sure sounds like a shady motherfucker. How dare she participate in the rightful sale of a diaper. She should know how Lisa hoodwinked you into trading the diaper for another that just doesn't quite nuzzle as softly on your cheek as your sweet Candy Corn.
Make sure you let EVERYONE know how terrible Lisa is. Oh and Mary Ruth.
Note the time stamps. She's posting every 2-6 minutes and no one gives a shit. Perhaps there are a few people in that elite group of Chelwhorey lovers who know what a fanatical rant looks like.
I sure as hell hope Lisa didn't give that diaper back. And you better back up off Mary Ruth because if I know people with 2 first names (and boy do I), she's as sweet as pie and wouldn't do anything underhanded. Neither would Mary Beth, Mary Pat, Rebecca Jane or Anna Lauren.
Unlike you, Jessie.
I'll say it: You're a liar. You're pissed because someone traded with you and then sold your "artwork" off like the cheap, secondhand merchandise that it is. The diaper Lisa sent you is fine and dandy. You just have your panties all in a twist that she sold the effing candy corn.
Get the fuck over it.
And seriously? $400?!? You have got to be high... and not on the good shit.
You's a Ho.
Chel 0ry said it best:
Because you can't turn a ho into a housewife. Hoes don't act right. And they most certainly don't belong in the elite Chelory B/S/T group! So you do what you have to in order to get your Chelory fix:
<3 you too, Mindy! You nutter, you. You should have taken this as a chance to RUUUUUN! Instead, you decide that the best idea is to start a supposedly competing group. Yeah. Right. You know all the crazy mofos are down in Chelory town and you won't get jack on your board. Your Chelory days are numbered... muahahahahaha!
All the Crazy O'Crazerstons are hanging out at Club Chel. That's where you get the good shit. And don't forget, the ultimate dealer of your diaper crack--the High Priestess, herself--is running the other boards. She can threaten to cut the rest of those crackbabies off at any time.
And yeah, this is a middle school lunchroom because dammit, sometimes I just giggle when someone's called a ho!