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Stacy

HA! You slay me, sistah.

Sandy

Brandy's grammer is actually worse than yours! Take Brandy with you when you apply for the journalist position at your local newspaper. Perhaps Brandy would improve your chances of getting the job.

Darr

That's great that she would marry one of those thugs in a New York minute because Brandy, she's a fine girl, what a good wife she would be. I'm sorry, I'm loopy on cold medicine and I couldn't resist. Now I'll never get that song out of my head. You know damn well the "Coot" in her email address made me giggle - maybe she knows how to get ahold of those "Cooter Festival" T-shirts.

antikva

Someone obviously got out of the wrong side of the bed!
Your blog is on my list of *to read* every day, you reassure me I am normal :-)
Anyway,what is up with all these people correlating the number of comments = number of people who read? Isn't that kind of thing a little high schoolish? Must be a holdover from the *I get more hits to my website than you* days. Oh, and I love the original *Get a life* remark LOL
Oh and Brandy, You should hope & pray that you look as good as Lisa.

Sain't Christopher

Keep on blogging in the free world, indeed.

I'm amazed at the vitriolic responses people put up our blogs. Here we are letting them have a cheap voyeuristist thrill and they're complaining that we aren't dithering to their satisfaction, not to mention failing to put out tissues so they can clean themselves up.

Love that you put the e-info up. Hope it teaches her a lesson.

Sain't

Monica

Sheesh, someone should enlighten boorish Brandy about karma. Probably wouldn't do any good, though. My guess is she'll end up dying a lonely miserable old woman. Poor soul!

Judie

Talk about rude Brandy how about you getting a life. Lisa did a great job on this site and I wish I had started it myself. If Lisa wants a bitch site she can have it and I don't think she is rude to anyone she is expressing herself. Last I knew it was still a free country and we are still allowed to express ourselves. So Brandi (parents must have been alcoholics) you get the make over and if you don't like the site stay the hell away. Oh here's a question for you are you from Howell, Michigan? If not then you don't have a clue.

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