The other day I told Lori and Brian to leave me alone. Since then Lori and Brian have been using so much meth that they decided to put on a show. This is Christopher's birthday and if you've been paying attention, you know, this is usually when Lori is at her jealous craziest. Up until a few years ago, it was "Lori's favorite thing" to put one of us in jail on our birthday. Records at the PSPD will show that, over the years, she did this many times. How often is it that you get arrested on your birthday? In Palm Springs, if you are one of these victims, it happens with much regularity. Lori is America's biggest party pooper. Literally...she poops at parties or whenever she breaks into someone's home to rob it. Wonder how many times this has been reported to the police?
The world is still waiting to see the infamous "Hot Dog Video" which depicts Lori telling Christopher that "he is no longer working as an informant for Bryan Anderson, but for her now...," while she diddles herself with a few hot dogs. That's right...half a package of Oscar Meyer's were being utilized as a stimulus while she talked shit about me, my sister and my family. Lori gets some kind of sexual charge out of talking shit about my family and honestly thought it would "turn Christopher on". Um, he's a priest and nothing could be less attractive than Lori weenie-ing it while her brother struts his peanut in front of the camera wearing the same kind of see through tights you see above. The only problem is Junior's choice of shoes. What to wear when stuffing your junk into a pair of camo tights? Certainly the answer is combat boots, but Lori couldn't steal those from her girlfriend Lissa, whom we all call "Sniff sniff, drip drip" for her nasal use of meth. Yes, Lissa wears combat boots!
One thing that we all need to be aware of is the nice side of mean...which is Lissa. She may be acting all nicey nice, but she's just as likely to throw me in jail on the way home tonight as Lori is. Neither can be trusted. Two sides of the same coin exist in that flop house that they are living in. Six people living in one house full of meth and disease. If you hear her it sounds kind of like a Halloween witch screeching ALL DAY AND NIGHT! Lori spends most of her days and nights trying to make up some kind of multi purpose lie that will explain why she's never worked, why she filed a restraining order for a place she didn't work at, why there are pictures of her doing some girl on girl things, why there are children in compromising pictures, why she has a butt load of all my belongings dating back to 1987...and on and on. She's like this dual personality disorder freak that thinks she can talk herself out of anything. Mostly our inept police department believes anything she says.
So while Lori keep stabbing herself with syringes and telling everyone about everyone else's drug problems, I would like to add that I am completely sober and so are all of my friends. Not a single one of us uses crystal methamphetamine. Not one. Meanwhile Lori and her five friends are using more meth than a trailer park full of hillbillies. Lori hasn't slept in months, bathed in weeks and she has multiple infectious diseases. If Lori thinks that she can scream her way out of this, she's got another thing coming. I don't listen to howling bitches all night long.
We've got more proof than a Jack Daniel's bottle...and it's all pointing at Lori LaFond.
