Aren't Fans The Greatest?
Take your slanders about me off your blog now, Goldberg. You thought it was cool and you could destroy someone with your filth.
Take it off, I beg you. I don’t really know what I’m capable of, but this force is getting beyond the inertia phase, and if you don’t silently retract this shit against me, I might have to spend a lot of time and money convincing you that this was not a right transaction.
I don’t know you and don’t want to. Just take all reference to me off your blog or I might get the idea to buy some people to make your life difficult. You had a good laugh at my expense in cyberspace and you think you can just get away with it without any consequences but that’s not how it works.
If I have to come to where you live and beat the shit out of you or hire others to do so, well, then, what did you expect? Get this stuff about me off your internet sites or pay the price. I’m really fed up with your idiocy and am convinced that you need to be taught a lesson, asshole.
What a cutie, positively brings tears to your eyes doesn’t it?
This was Lee’s response:
I didn't respond to this one. Instead, I called a friend at the LAPD, we filed a police report, and got a restraining order against the guy who, as it turns out, still lives at home with his mother.
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