You Kiss Your Mother…


[Expletive deleted]

…with that mouth? Not often, even in the Academy Awards version of the Friday Follies, do I get an hatemail where when I delete the profanity there are not enough words left to make sense of the email. In a love note from a man in Michigan, I was introduced to the misspellings of expletives which I cannot determine which curled my toes more: The expletives or the misspellings.

After working with illiterate adults, dyslexic children and adults and people on every single reading level, I will never, ever cease to be amazed at how many people do not know how to Shift-F7. (For those of you who are desk rat dependent, spell check.)

In all of his profane outrage, Mr. Mitchegan was bent thoroughly out of shape about Trolls. Now, my gut instinct as I began his ode to the F-bomb was he was secretly a troll. Nothing could possibly have been further from the truth. His hatemail began with this lovely rendering of a troll for my edification.

My Number One Troll

No, Mr. Mitchegan is a dungeon master with this to say:

(Expletive) trolls are not (expletive) mythical. Trolls are the (expletive) single best (expletive) player in all (expletive) Dungeons & Dragons since the mother(expletive)s invented the (expletive) (expletive) game.”

(Do mentally insert the [sic] for all capitals and punctuation. Ever tried to read 300 curse words without punctuation?)

I politely emailed him back asking where I could purchase the new adult version of the game. Oh, and I asked him if he or his mother posed for the attached photograph.

Nothing Quiet About WEBSCREAM

One of the 7,148 pet peeves I routinely claim is the use of all caps to express anything longer than the phrase ~STANDING OVATION~. Other than that, I am expecting to see some appropriate use of the shift key.

E (we are left to speculate sex, both gender and frequency) poison penned me from Kentucky. Apparently, there is wireless internet in them thar hills. And it is streaming into the virtual world at a dull roar. What would make E be so uptight? Well, it should be obvious to all of the M3 Readers, I, Red, am actually a fake blogger.


100% Counterfeit.

That’s right according to E. I am wasting the time of every one who bothers to click alink. Remember, all of this was delivered to me in all caps to accentuate the fabulous form and style of the language.

E would go on to scream real blogers write stuff for peoples to read. Yes, M3 is international, so I accept peoples, but honestly? I think Mr. Mitchegan could have chosen a better (expletive) than stuff. E advised me to just get one of them flizster accounts or get on the utub.

I penned back, sans webscream:

Thank you, sir or madame. I am rather new to the internet, as I have only been programming and writing online for just over two and a half decades. Perhaps, I could subscribe to a newsletter to find out when such amazing sites come online to help me.”

Sex is in the Eye of the Beholder

I am the very first one to admit poetry can be a murky place to wade without the steady guiding hand of an experienced analyzer. The hatemail I got from an ousted erotic dancer a former chorus line dancer a retired sex industry professional a woman in Nevada blew me completely out of the water, brought tears to my eyes and made my sides hurt when I rolled under the coffee table and hit my ribs on the legs.

In her very concerned email over Muse for Monday, she explained she completely understood what I was going through because she had been in my shoes. (I more than idly wondered which pair, so I could drop them in the chiminea.)

She knew that with the right medical intervention, I would be able to lead a relatively normal life and may even have another relationship. (I picked up the telephone to hear the “I love you” growl at the other end.)

She knew of this special clinic in Reno where I could be treated with complete anonymity. With wireless no one would ever know I was missing. I could just keep blogging from Nevada. They keep all the celebs’ identities private.

Have you guessed it yet? Really?

When you do not know...ask.

When you do not know… ask.

You did guess it! She is convinced the poem was about gonorrhea.

I sent her back the sweetest message which read.

Thank you for your concern and your referral. My tests are all negative, but the message I got was…

And that’s a wrap!


I hope your week has been hatemail-, troll-, stalker- and STD-free! See you next week for Friday Follies…from the stupidest inbox in the blogosphere.

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  1. Excuse me, I have to go change my Depends, you made me ……. my pants. Thanks for making my Friday worthwhile

    • *Grins* Thanks for stopping by for a dribble, Iz!! Glad I could give you a grin!

  2. Dealing with the hate mail is easy Red. But can you imagine being inside one of those minds? Shudder. I know trolls don’t wear shoes, but picture troll’s mother wearing combat boots.


    • Shudder? Try run screaming into that good night! Meh! This week, they made me laugh and laugh!

  3. Oh my goodness! What is so funny is that these people are serious when they type these messages to you! Or perhaps that is sad rather than funny…

  4. Having just come off a long drive I turned immediately to this….I am so glad I actually stopped first to relieve my bladder!

    Gad, you kill me! So glad I don’t live inside the minds, as John pointed out they must be a terrible place.

  5. Red, Love where you put my link! Now as for ‘experienced analyzer’ can I add that to my resume?? Thanks again xx

  6. Well done, Ann Marie! However, all I can do is to read about your hate-mail, because I have yet to have the fun of getting some – I sure wish that I remember to have fun with them, like you can, when I respond. But, wouldn’t a real hate-mailer be likely to include a worm or a virus (or all three?) within his/her’s/it’s uber intelligent emails?

    Actually, I have yet to get any email from any of my blogs (all of which you can read…), either hate, love or meh. Would these miscreants be too afraid to post the comments? Would a blogger be in any trouble if they were to post a complete copy of an email about one of their posts in one of their posts? I see a great post in your near future if the answer is no!

    Oh, now I can’t wait for my first hate mail!

    • Ehhhh, not good webiqette to post headers, but I have posted whole email bodies before *evil grin*.

  7. It's me again just forgot who I am

     /  January 27, 2012

    OH MY WORD!!!!!! I swear as this night has progressed, There MUST be a full moon out somewhere.. Must have lived a sheltered life. If people are getting that worked up over your penmanship then they need to read elsewhere. It doesn’t take an Einstein to figure out after a couple of sentences whether they should continue or move on. But then again they are your Fans such as it is. Opinions are like bellybuttons. Everyone has one Night <3

  8. Now that is some funny stuff right there. Love the comebacks! I look forward to the next installment of this kind of post! 😀

  9. No kidding, great comebacks, Red. Makes me want to write about online dating “trolls” now. None here (so far… knock on wood, lol) but oh the land of online dating. Scariness in motion.

    Anyway, rolling in the aisles laughing. Oh. Wait. I’m not in theatre or comedy club – I just thought I was thanks to you!!! 😉

    • *Curtsies sweetly* Glad you liked it, J. Just another episode. I would love to see one on online dating. I would be scared…I am scary enough in real life…I can only imagine the bizarre tales!

      Glad you came by! 😉

  10. Man, I think I peed a little! How do you attract these dunderheads? I mean lovely, but slightly odd people (forgetting not to call names). No hate mail for me yet either (in blogs). Have recieved some on facebook and on Helium. I’m glad the first troll-lover took the time to learn all those cool words so he could show off his intelligence 🙂

    • Your guess is as good as mine. You have to admit though…some of them are cake takers.
      Red. 😉


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