You found me, eh, motherfucker?

Yeah, motherfucker, YOU. I know you're watching me. How was it finding yourself blocked on Facebook? I bet that just pissed you the fuck off. LOLOLOLOL

You think I wouldn't find out? You still think you're smarter than me? You still think you're TEH MASTER of this computer/internet jazz?

I have your IP address, fuckwad and yes, I know you've been to this blog. On September 26, 2011 at 8:25am, as a matter of fact. You clicked my link from Facebook.

I also think it's pretty damn hysterical that a man whose business claims to make between $500,000 and $1,000,000 a year in profits is still using a dinosaur of a computer with Windows NT.

The creepy sociopath gets a taste of his own medicine. How does it feel, motherfucker?

I've been ready for this for a long time, you bastard. I have a paper trail 12 miles long. If something happens to me or my kids, I have guaranteed you're the FIRST motherfucker they come looking for. Oh, and my sweet little babies have FOIDs and concealed carry permits. Try them, I dare you.

Oh, and nice touch with the posted profile pic taken when we were together, wearing a tie I picked out for you. The depth and breadth of your sick mind never cease to amaze me. Someone should have fucked you in the eye socket until death while you were in prison.

I'm NOT the same dumb cunt you married in 1995 and I'm not afraid of you anymore, either.

This only has one of three possible outcomes:

1) You kill me, in which case, my kids become millionaires and you get the needle.
2) I lose my shit when you confront me and you end up taking a dirt nap.
3) You just leave me the fuck alone and save us both a whole lot of misery.

So, bring it, asshole. I'm waiting. I'm ready. Are you?