See, I told you Lori wouldn't look prettier as a blond. Actually without all the makeup that she steals from Wallgreens, you'd think she could smooth out that complexion better. If you do see her, look closer...have her roll up those sleeves!
Once again, Lori has embarked on a campaign of telling me things like, "she's going to kill me" or that "I should be afraid of her". Here's the thing everyone, I fear nobody. I'm certainly not afraid of someone that hasn't slept in months and eats like a mouse. Her brother Brian isn't to be feared either. Lori likes to hold him up as some kind of hit man for the mafia, but there isn't a mafia here that would have him. You have to realize that Brian LaFond is pushing sixty in panties and lace. Now, I'm not saying that a guy in panties isn't someone that should be feared, I know RuPaul, but Brian is no supermodel of the world.
In short, what Lori is doing is similar to what all meth addicts do; self destruct. Lori has so many lies out there that one single billboard with her picture on it in Palm Springs would clear up so much for the gay community that has heard her pretend to be Jessica, Victoria, Vicky, Lisa and all other characters...only they've seen her, they know that face. Nobody ever forgets that face. It's timeless. Like Freddy Kruger.
She can't really do a public facebook page because she knows that my team will send it out to all of the victims that they know for identification as the girl that they reported to the police after their home was broken in to. It's really kind of odd that once Lori has robbed you, she likes to tell you that she did it. She loves the humiliation. The problem was that none of these men ever really knew her name. That part of the case seems to be solved by a certain "workplace violence" restraining order. All the elements of that crime are signatures of the urban legend that turns gay men into the police then uses the justice system to have them imprisoned illegally.
Lori is freaking out because my story makes sense, but hers is ever changing to fit whatever lie she told last. One of us is telling the truth. Who do you believe?
