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I'm back. Somehow my account got hacked and someone started posting, pretending to be me. *Thank you, Bill Gates*

But as I told someone I only know as Karen, I triple-locked the door so it won't happen again. I can sincerely attest that there will be no more kittens on my watch.

As I type I'm watching some fuckwad (see, it really is ME) who says he's John Gotti's son and he "got out of da bidness" because he had kids. Oh, uh-huh. This fat fuck wants everyone to know he's clean and legit and wholesome, and that he's never had a hand in murdering anyone. "It's da street code . . ." he intones, in that inimitable Brooklyn accent . . . "It's only sumpin' a street guy would knows."

Well, Mr. Junior Gotti, let me respectfully say that as a race, you make an excellent pizza, but your manners suck. Part what's left of your hair on the LEFT side.