I never wanted to crucify jesus, ...really

I'm a jerk. Or at least someone thought I was when they texted me "...I just thought you should know, I think you are a jerk..." anonymously last night.

Could be one of the myriad of women I've done wrong in my short life. Could be...or, it could be this guy. I don't know how he would have found my phone number, but after being upset enough that I belittled him yesterday, he did go scour the internet for any information he could find on me, managing to find my myspace page before doing this silly little write up on me.

Can anyone tell me what exactly a "poofter" is? I have no idea, as I dont speak virgin teenager.

So I have decided since he fell into my little trap of providing me with extra hits, I'd do him a solid and let everyone see who he really is.




Just call him Jesus...Martinez. Or look him up in the "pink pages" as jmartinez3inchesofhotboylove@hotmale.com. Somewhere right now, Chuck is in heaven.

Or you can go by his website Drunkenstepfather.com. The title is an homage to his real dad's life partner.

Yes, go to his website and treat yourself to bad grammar, unfunny jokes and write ups, and wannabe T&A shots of semi famous women. For instance in one of today's entries, you can almost see paris hilton's nipple slip out of her shirt (while you get double the fun by reading his fervent write up about what he and his circle jerk buddies talk about during "special time"). It's like perusing a Maxim magazine and being even less entertained than normal.

I took the liberty of examining some of the previous entries at his old blogspot address (easily found at google) to see if they could shed any further light on the sheer lack of genius that is Mr. Martinez, but after coming across this quote during his write up on Vida Guerra, "...I personally don't care for booty. I am a huge fan of...little boy asses. Nothing hotter..." I just didn't want to read any further.

Apparently Jesus is living proof of the nurture side of the nature/nurture argument. Just as his stepdad used to molest him, so too does he desire to touch little boys.

Am I mad about what he wrote about me? Nah, I pity the little guy. While I was busy watching the superbowl last night, he was frantically searching the archives of my blog for something to try to make fun of me with. All because he got mad that I called him what he is, an incredibly vanilla version of what Hugh Heffner, Larry Flint, and the 100,000 owners of various porn sites around the world would have been if they'd left the clothes on the chicks in their pictures.

Send the next lameass my way please.

Edit: I guess he got scared and took down his write up about me. He has since been deleting my comments too, so much for his "I don't believe in censorship" bit from the other day.