I’ve been in this thread since day one, but these days I feel like I need to shower after I read it.
Our disgusting ticcing liar has become a disgusting, ticcing, pooping, drug-addicted, danger on the road, STD-filled, pus dripping psychopath. I could go on, but you know.
Everyone and everything around her becomes worse off. Bibi was lucky to get away, but he lost a lot of years to her. The “new” apartment got filthy quickly. Peetz, who had a job and life and who met her weekly for lunch and a comic book run, is now holed up in a filthy room, alone, credit ruined, jobless…she’s a walking black hole that all light disappears into.
We think Nader will get the best of her, but she’ll probably move in with him, he’ll end up on speedballs, uncontrolled, in a filthy house eating takeout he dislikes, and he’ll be on the floor mattress. He’ll choke Chins deservedly one extra time when she’s tired of him and he’ll go back to jail.
Nobody escapes her pathology. She’ll never really face consequences. She’ll be bald and fat with shit dripping down her legs and somehow, some way, she’ll get what she wants.
Now, I’ll wash up and refresh myself with a little wholesome Anna or Tard baby Generals.
And yes, RIP Timbit. I’m on the Internet and so I like cats. And her two are not long for this world, I fear, beige leg or not.