I just recently heard that this low-life Mark in Florida is disabled, as I had initially speculated. I'll bet he cannot EVEN swat the flies that circle his empty dumb-[***] head whenever he tries to do some of life's simplest chores - like for example take a wiz, using the phone, checking the mail for his (undeserving) government check. Mark, YOU IS A L-O-S-E-R, WHITE BOY!!
This guy calls me non-stop starting from the wee hours (2 or 3am) and leaves me messages about how I'm going to die. He goes from telling me that I'm beautiful and special to fat, ugly, and nasty. Not sure what his deal is, but I wish he would stop.