This past week and more I’ve had severe girlie moments.

But then I am…Oh! I’ve probably over done that one.

Whatever.

The True Truth is,,,

I have been stalked here on MY home by a Very Dark and Evil Entity.

I know who she is. I FEEL her.

Yes. HER.

“Let them eat cake.”

646 plus 20 = 666

WTF?

Give’em enough rope etc

This THING (Barf) and her little coven of “bitches” (Allergic to BS) have publicly humiliated me time after time.

But…

I have many previous convictions for Changing story lines.

I REFUSE to change Sir Arthur’s story.

F@@k You EVIL.

 

Sherlock Holmes: Interesting thing a tuxedo. Lends distinction to friends and anonymity to waiters.

Mary Morstan: John… John, what is it?

Sherlock Holmes: Well, short version… Not. Dead.

Sherlock Holmes: Bit mean to spring it on you like that, I know… could have given you a heart attack… probably still will… in my defense it was very funny… ok it’s not a great defense.

Mary Morstan: Oh no, you’re…

Sherlock Holmes: Oh yes.

Mary Morstan: Oh my god.

Sherlock Holmes: Not quite.

Mary Morstan: You died. You jumped off a roof.

Sherlock Holmes: No.

Mary Morstan: You’re dead.

Sherlock Holmes: No. I’m quite sure I checked. Excuse me. [Dips a napkin into some water and wipes off his fake moustache. Looks at John’s moustache] Does yours rub off, too?

Mary Morstan: Oh my god. Oh my god, do you have any idea what you’ve done…

Sherlock Holmes: Ok, John, I’m suddenly realising I probably owe you some sort of an apology.