Bloglander

That stole all the money collected at a South Hill bar for our friend who suddenly lost his wife & mother to their  children. Just how many drinks did you pound gathering up the courage to pounce when no one was looking. Wishing we lived in China so I could personally chop off both your hands so everyone in view of those bloody stub's would see you for exactly what you are. a vile and heinous individual. If thinking of  celebrating your new found wealth over a juicy steak dinner, I hope you choke & cease to exist. Perhaps a full gas tank. I yearn for a newscast of twisted metal & burnt rubber. You are the epitome' of the trash that lives among us. Go ahead & skip the karma crap, how about dropping to your knee's and praying that one of us don't discover who you are.