"Judith Latham" wrote in message news:stum9r$i8j$1@dont-email.me...

> Why are you so mean to me? What did I do to deserve your barrage of
> insults?

You fat bloated no excuse for a human being — it was you who decided to
insult me and my dirty stinky feet — Hey, Summer's Eve hasn't arrived yet so
I suppose it's not time for you to get your annual douche. Just imagine
sitting next to Judy Judy Judy and having to either vomit or get into
another room to avoid the stench of 500 lbs. of bloated grizzle in front of
a keyboard — For that is your whole live Judith, in front of a keyboard — In
fact when was the last time you actually got out of your dungeon and went
out for a walk or actually did some exercise? — I bet that if you ever were
to think about going for a walk it would have to be after the sun goes
down — there are dracula vampires just getting started for a fun filled long
night — And then there is Judy Judy Judy trampling on everyone and
everything trying to get to the street to take a walk. Yeah yeah yeah, we
all know that you don't take the sidewalk because you are so bloated that
you would never fit on the sidewalk — so that is why you choose to walk in
the street. Judith and the raccoons, and both looking for a late night
snack — How do raccoons keep fit and in shape while Judith the Hindenburg
Part II is growing larger every single day? — Forget that desire to get down
to 195 lbs. — Listen up you Oprah bloated toad, you are again gaining weight
and only the 500 lbs. mark might get you to actully put down the fork for a
moment — I bet when your mother gave you a pacifier as a bloated baby, you
tossed it away and cried for the fork, spoon, knive we all know you to be
with 24/7 now — What do you look like without any clothes on? — I know for a
fact that you have large un-controllable chunks of pure 100% lard all over
your body — and do in fact frighten people when they see you — and then say
to themselves: "that is what happens when you don't stop eating" — How is
that full-time job as a milestone? — Which city do you display on your chest
and back this week? — 20 miles to NYC — Is that what is emblazoned all over
you now? — The monumental tragedy is that you were born too late — If you
were young enough you would have been there at Lakehurst New Jersey helping
the HIndenburg bring its tail up to the proper height — I could see you as a
human paperweight and you could have saved the day and held the Hindenburg
right there so that they could properly land — I suppose that your
grandmother was there just picking her nose and eating it — instead of
helping — I suppose a gigantic disgusting tub of goo as you could pretend to
be pregnant and claim all sorts of money from the government and pretend to
take care of babies that you will never have — I suppose that if you ever
did get inseminated from some anonymous donor you would go ahead and have
the child and nicely put him/her over a hot bed of coals and roast the poor
thing until you decide to take some bites into the corpse and proceed to
look for more babies, possibly from neighborhood children who have strayed
into your property — and then you have them, like Hansel and Gretel story —
Judth Latham the gigantic cannibal is there with a big stew pot and inside
are the remains of about a dozen neighborhood children — Okay that was the
appetizer — Now what do you do for the main course? — You eat your other
members of your own immediate family? — Cause when fat people get hungry
they are like cocaine addicts or meth addicts, they will rob, steal, cheat,
lie, forge, burglarize anyone and anything to get their hands on some sugar,
candies, or when hungry . . . the local children.

I never appreciated that you lied about about my stinky dirty feet! — You
have never seen my feet, you have never smelled my feet — You have seen my
face — and everyone here knows that my handsome face is nicer than the
bloated BLOB monster of a living corpse you are right now — TJ is right, you
should do that stand-up comic act and just put a bag over your head — the
unknown asphyxiation comic — That would be very funny — Judith with a
plastic bag around her head and doing a countdown and placing bets as to
when the bloated monster will drop off the stage from lack of oxygen.

On 2/9/2022 10:35 PM, The truth about the pervert Judith Latham wrote:
>
> "Judith Latham"  wrote in message news:stum9r$i8j$1@dont-email.me...
>
>
>> Why are you so mean to me? What did I do to deserve your barrage of
>> insults?
>
>
> You fat bloated no excuse for a human being — it was you who decided to
> insult me and my dirty stinky feet — Hey, Summer's Eve hasn't arrived
> yet so
> I suppose it's not time for you to get your annual douche.  Just imagine
> sitting next to Judy Judy Judy and having to either vomit or get into
> another room to avoid the stench of 500 lbs. of bloated grizzle in front of
> a keyboard — For that is your whole live Judith, in front of a keyboard
> — In
> fact when was the last time you actually got out of your dungeon and went
> out for a walk or actually did some exercise? — I bet that if you ever were
> to think about going for a walk it would have to be after the sun goes
> down — there are dracula vampires just getting started for a fun filled
> long
> night — And then there is Judy Judy Judy trampling on everyone and
> everything trying to get to the street to take a walk.  Yeah yeah yeah, we
> all know that you don't take the sidewalk because you are so bloated that
> you would never fit on the sidewalk — so that is why you choose to walk in
> the street.  Judith and the raccoons, and both looking for a late night
> snack — How do raccoons keep fit and in shape while Judith the Hindenburg
> Part II is growing larger every single day? — Forget that desire to get
> down
> to 195 lbs. — Listen up you Oprah bloated toad, you are again gaining
> weight
> and only the 500 lbs. mark might get you to actully put down the fork for a
> moment — I bet when your mother gave you a pacifier as a bloated baby, you
> tossed it away and cried for the fork, spoon, knive we all know you to be
> with 24/7 now — What do you look like without any clothes on? — I know
> for a
> fact that you have large un-controllable chunks of pure 100% lard all over
> your body — and do in fact frighten people when they see you — and then say
> to themselves:  "that is what happens when you don't stop eating" — How is
> that full-time job as a milestone? — Which city do you display on your
> chest
> and back this week? — 20 miles to NYC — Is that what is emblazoned all over
> you now? — The monumental tragedy is that you were born too late — If you
> were young enough you would have been there at Lakehurst New Jersey helping
> the HIndenburg bring its tail up to the proper height — I could see you
> as a
> human paperweight and you could have saved the day and held the Hindenburg
> right there so that they could properly land — I suppose that your
> grandmother was there just picking her nose and eating it — instead of
> helping — I suppose a gigantic disgusting tub of goo as you could
> pretend to
> be pregnant and claim all sorts of money from the government and pretend to
> take care of babies that you will never have — I suppose that if you ever
> did get inseminated from some anonymous donor you would go ahead and have
> the child and nicely put him/her over a hot bed of coals and roast the poor
> thing until you decide to take some bites into the corpse and proceed to
> look for more babies, possibly from neighborhood children who have strayed
> into your property — and then you have them, like Hansel and Gretel story —
> Judth Latham the gigantic cannibal is there with a big stew pot and inside
> are the remains of about a dozen neighborhood children — Okay that was the
> appetizer — Now what do you do for the main course? — You eat your other
> members of your own immediate family? — Cause when fat people get hungry
> they are like cocaine addicts or meth addicts, they will rob, steal, cheat,
> lie, forge, burglarize anyone and anything to get their hands on some
> sugar,
> candies, or when hungry . . . the local children.
>
> I never appreciated that you lied about about my stinky dirty feet! — You
> have never seen my feet, you have never smelled my feet — You have seen my
> face — and everyone here knows that my handsome face is nicer than the
> bloated BLOB monster of a living corpse you are right now — TJ is right,
> you
> should do that stand-up comic act and just put a bag over your head — the
> unknown asphyxiation comic — That would be very funny — Judith with a
> plastic bag around her head and doing a countdown and placing bets as to
> when the bloated monster will drop off the stage from lack of oxygen.

FAKE Bozo. You're like a 11 year old boy too scared to tell your crush
that you like her, so you resort to bullying. Baby, this is one "piece
of ass" you'll never be with.

"Judith Latham" wrote in message news:stum9r$i8j$1@dont-email.me...

> Why are you so mean to me? What did I do to deserve your barrage of
> insults?

You fat bloated no excuse for a human being — it was you who decided to
insult me and my dirty stinky feet — Hey, Summer's Eve hasn't arrived yet so
I suppose it's not time for you to get your annual douche. Just imagine
sitting next to Judy Judy Judy and having to either vomit or get into
another room to avoid the stench of 500 lbs. of bloated grizzle in front of
a keyboard — For that is your whole live Judith, in front of a keyboard — In
fact when was the last time you actually got out of your dungeon and went
out for a walk or actually did some exercise? — I bet that if you ever were
to think about going for a walk it would have to be after the sun goes
down — there are dracula vampires just getting started for a fun filled long
night — And then there is Judy Judy Judy trampling on everyone and
everything trying to get to the street to take a walk. Yeah yeah yeah, we
all know that you don't take the sidewalk because you are so bloated that
you would never fit on the sidewalk — so that is why you choose to walk in
the street. Judith and the raccoons, and both looking for a late night
snack — How do raccoons keep fit and in shape while Judith the Hindenburg
Part II is growing larger every single day? — Forget that desire to get down
to 195 lbs. — Listen up you Oprah bloated toad, you are again gaining weight
and only the 500 lbs. mark might get you to actully put down the fork for a
moment — I bet when your mother gave you a pacifier as a bloated baby, you
tossed it away and cried for the fork, spoon, knive we all know you to be
with 24/7 now — What do you look like without any clothes on? — I know for a
fact that you have large un-controllable chunks of pure 100% lard all over
your body — and do in fact frighten people when they see you — and then say
to themselves: "that is what happens when you don't stop eating" — How is
that full-time job as a milestone? — Which city do you display on your chest
and back this week? — 20 miles to NYC — Is that what is emblazoned all over
you now? — The monumental tragedy is that you were born too late — If you
were young enough you would have been there at Lakehurst New Jersey helping
the HIndenburg bring its tail up to the proper height — I could see you as a
human paperweight and you could have saved the day and held the Hindenburg
right there so that they could properly land — I suppose that your
grandmother was there just picking her nose and eating it — instead of
helping — I suppose a gigantic disgusting tub of goo as you could pretend to
be pregnant and claim all sorts of money from the government and pretend to
take care of babies that you will never have — I suppose that if you ever
did get inseminated from some anonymous donor you would go ahead and have
the child and nicely put him/her over a hot bed of coals and roast the poor
thing until you decide to take some bites into the corpse and proceed to
look for more babies, possibly from neighborhood children who have strayed
into your property — and then you have them, like Hansel and Gretel story —
Judth Latham the gigantic cannibal is there with a big stew pot and inside
are the remains of about a dozen neighborhood children — Okay that was the
appetizer — Now what do you do for the main course? — You eat your other
members of your own immediate family? — Cause when fat people get hungry
they are like cocaine addicts or meth addicts, they will rob, steal, cheat,
lie, forge, burglarize anyone and anything to get their hands on some sugar,
candies, or when hungry . . . the local children.

I never appreciated that you lied about about my stinky dirty feet! — You
have never seen my feet, you have never smelled my feet — You have seen my
face — and everyone here knows that my handsome face is nicer than the
bloated BLOB monster of a living corpse you are right now — TJ is right, you
should do that stand-up comic act and just put a bag over your head — the
unknown asphyxiation comic — That would be very funny — Judith with a
plastic bag around her head and doing a countdown and placing bets as to
when the bloated monster will drop off the stage from lack of oxygen.