Sometimes people on message boards agree to disagree. One of those disagreements happened the other day and it became a little heated. What happens when someone gets really riled when they're called out for dropping innuendo and running and suspected of being a "mole"? They spill their guts and another piece of the puzzle falls into place. Can't tell you how the whole story unfolded but here are the best parts:
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"I thought you guys would want to know why the Enquirer may be printing stories about Clay now and then. Did any of you know for a fact that John and Alan are such good friends? I doubt you did. .............
Alan and JP are actually real friends and it isn't because of "tabloid fodder"."
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I beg to differ with the last statement....but then if it's not because of "tabloid fodder" I would be inclined to believe ... maybe.... butt buddies?
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Prior to a couple of months ago, I had never heard of blogger. With Pickle fakes accusations and made up crap riled up my Irish dander and everyone elses.
Here's something to chew up Pickle and Groucho and Emach and crew, I know you are reading this.
We support Clay because we know and have proof that NONE of the crap Butty and his minions are saying about Clay are true. Clay is not a pervert and doesn't pick up guys, EVER.
Period.
We are here to the end!
A little hint for Beta blogger, still click on "Sign in with google account" and it usually keeps your password in cache. Sign on from the Home page and check remember me box.
Got me a PH getting sued blog up
too, heehee!!! The more the better
imho.
Just curious. I see you looking in the May archives on my blog. Did you find what you were looking for? Which post of mine did you like the most? The one where I said Clay was making great strides coming out as a gay man? You think you are slick, but I am on to you and the only authorities who will be involved are the ones my attorney's call. ROFLMAO
JP, you don't see me doing Jackshit on your blog archives. I've been working on a great little Breach of Contract Class Action Suit all day and letting some comments through on the blog.
You're also full of shit on a couple other mentions you made. WTF are you smoking?
I have no idea what you are talking about. Do you know anyone in Hewlett, NY? I know you live on Long Island.
ROFLMAO. Where do you get your info, JP? One day I'm somebody named Robin, now I'm supposed to know somebody named Antonio...whatever, and I'm supposed to be living on Long Island. Sure! Why not. You got me.
Hey, Paulass! You're calling your lawyer because someone is looking in your May archives? Is that a crime?
What's this you say about Clay making great strides coming out as a gay man? Did someone tell Clay? I mean, I'm sure he'd like to know because he still considers himself hetero.
I guess there really is a payoff after all if Clay comes out. Isn't that what you meant when you said that it's important to you that Clay comes out, because you need a new place to live, and Clay's in your closet?
Is Sabby threatening to throw you out? Now don't get your hopes up about living in Clay's mansion, even though there's plenty of room. I keep telling you that you're just not his type.
How's the real estate career coming along? Maybe you can get a great deal on a little cottage or something. Sabby needs to air out the spare room. Surely she isn't falling for your "daytrading" line.
Yeah! Call me whatever you want; ain't my name but I'll answer to anything.
JP, on your next question: How the hell should I know?
Next: I don't have time to read your blog and you've taken up enough of my time showing me how whacked you are.
I thought I was Robin. Oh well.
NZ, you are welcome to play. He seems to think I'm checking out his May archives and I live on Long Island.
Truth, I thought you were Claytango!
I clicked on the blog titles, entered my google account info but it's saying that I'm not an invited reader. Can U invite me WRU??
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