The less-than-aromatic return of Bumblefuck
You guys remember Bumblefuck (Barney Gumble), the cowardly shit-for-brains son-of-a-crack-whore-bitch who threatened to write random Dallas residents making false accusations of pedophilia against me? This is the same asscrust who, when it was discovered he had his own blog, was chased away with his tail tucked firmly between his legs, screaming like a scalded dog?
Well, the motherfucker is back - and he's now threatening to sic the INS on my fiancé.
What he failed to take into account - like every other damnfool troll that preceded him - is that I can track his IP; thus, I know (assuming, of course, that the fool isn't surfing via long-distance dial-up) his general location.
Bumblefuck, feel free to call INS, dickweed. I've confirmed - she's here legitimately. Neither she, nor I, fear you in the slightest, needle-dick.
But you might take a weeeeeee bit of discomfort in this fact: I can now track you.
Be afraid. Be very afraid...