Makeover?

The close attention being paid to my writings by the person upstairs (mister tap-tap) suggests that this is a case of emotional deprivation. It is well known that obsessed stalkers are emotionally dependent on the objects of their obsessions. It could be that el fisho has been gassing me back to the keyboard. Literally. After enduring Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday watching me sleeping or playing C-III, the poor neglected Jewish faggot reached the breaking point on Monday and literally gassed me back to the keyboard by Wednesday morning. (There were no taps during that paragraph - only gas. Truth hurts.) It must be the case that this blog is a source of emotional energy - both positive and negative - to the emotionally dependent Jew. Yep. That must be it.

This brings up the question of 'monikers' (still gassing me). This fish has been fried. I have demonstrated the fishiness of this fish ad nauseum, and it is time for a makeover. I need to dress this fish up in a new moniker. Something suggestive like, 'faggot,' but more politically correct. Hmm. let me think on it for a while... given the nature of this fish it could well be 'mission impossible...' Well folks, after long thought, the best I could come up with is 'Hebe Homo.' But it strikes me as being as bad as 'Jewish Queer,' correct-politic-wise.

While I was doing the above-mentioned thinking the gassing has tapered off and the taps have become booms. Clearly the queer person upstairs is disappointed with my rhetoric. Good.