And Lana, you may be happy with your new friends, although some of us think you
are really "slumming it", but I ought to point out that all the time I was
kicking you around, the *only* one who ever defended you was Elmo.

So maybe you had better get your genius head round that fact.

Alan Palmer, ever the weak pathetic hypocrite. Back stabbing, gossiping,
like an old lady. No wonder you and Hoofprints have struck up an alliance.

Now here you are backpedaling after you made a fool of yourself in front of
everybody. Thinking somehow you can kiss and make up after slamming peoples
faces into the ground and spreading your vile comments about them.

You were told in various ways why it wasn't who you thought it was, but you
chose to ignore the obvious, convinced that you were absolutely correct.
Now you are off to the next one on your list, one you never could get
anything from but a couple pity crumbs.

Yes, we all can see what a fine upstanding person you are, spit, and you
cannot quite bring yourself to a full apology. I have no doubt in the
interest of peace it will be publicly accepted, but never behind the
scenes. You are scum, a backstabber, and you haven't changed much from the
vindictive person you were in the past.

Any person that even thinks they would like to befriend you should take a
long look at the recent events, knowing that this is how you return favors,
kindness, and friendship. Yes, even Hoofprints knows this and has stated as
much not too long ago. Forgiven, in a sense, but not forgotten. Like a
snake in the grass she abides, waiting, and one day she will come out with
both barrels blazing, no doubt you will deserve it.

Face it Alan, you are weak, insignificant and pathetic, like a slimy worm
who hides under a rock.

You deserve every bad thing that has befallen you and you should return to
Africa and hide your weak chinned face there till you die.

The swamp dwellers would be well within their rights to feed you to a dying
gator, not a healthy one, for you would turn the stomach into bile and make
the healthy sick.

Run and hide your face, don't look in a mirror and see your shame, use the
kill file and avoid the truth for you cannot handle it.

You should grovel on the ground, pleading your case to Lana, even then she
should grind her spiked heel on your face and spit on it after.

Even so you know not to whom you speak.

Spill your guts a little more, get it out, let all see your pathetic momma's
boy shame