Dear Mr. Troll,
It's your Karma. Look for it in the form of weird little things - like inopportune red lights, broken shoe laces, hairs that you find at the *end* of your meal, blisters that fester, neighbours with things you want, sassy responses by random strangers to your unfortunate web existence, sneezes on you in the elevator, zaps as you leave the car, and pink chicken that leaves you wondering if the shits you have are from the food or from the stress that lives in your colon when you are a mean person.
Leave Karma to your imagination. You've already invited the dark kind into your life.
And, you smell funny.
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I know your mother didn't love you enough as a child, but she sure loved me enough last night.
Stop posting here. You are a child. Go home little child, go home.
Man, that troll is a special case. Do you want George to put a serious monkey hex on him? ;-)
T & T and George missed you and Rea at Laser Tag this year. Hopefully, we'll see you at Trivia.
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