TD certainly thinks she's got the skillz. You think she would have learned her lesson during her battle with Rebo. Nope. Unfortunately for her, the big guns have been called in, and I've been forced to deflate her ego a bit every time she tries to front.
And to think, it all started with midgets playing basketball...
She was a fan of my work. She really was. I mean, anyone who could make JD look athletic had to have some serious talent, right? Goaded on by her praise, I created more...this time a rather
factual recreation of the time JD met Brandon Flowers, lead singer of the Killers. Little did I suspect how quickly her jealousy of my skillz would get the better of her.
My genius proved too much for her to handle. So much was her desire to be like me that she adopted that very same picture as her MySpace default pic. Perhaps just seeing that glorious work of art every time she signed into MySpace made her believe that she had played some role in its creation....perhaps, in that deluded mind of hers, she believed she had created it herself. It is hard to make sense of a deranged soul's grandiose ideas.
Following the request of an anonymous benefactor (cough cough JD cough cough), who suggested that a certain "Two Drinks" had become too big for her britches, and needed to be taken down a notch, I created another masterpiece...TD at Halloween.
At this point, TD foolishly believed that she could snatch the pebble from the master's hand, and thus become the master herself. Thanks to the Judas-like betrayal of one still-anonymous benefactor (cough cough JD suck it cough cough), TD rashly posted the following on my site:
0 points for style. -5 for originality.
Hasn't she ever seen "the Breakfast Club"? Doesn't she know that when you mess with the bull, you're gonna get the horns?
The source of TD's Photoshop "magic" was subsequently revealed:
"Surely she'll give up now," I thought. "How can she possibly top that?"
I will give Angie this much: she is not one to back down from a challenge even when it's obivious that she's out of her league.
Her oh-so-childish rebuttal.
Classy. Boner humor. What did she do, go back to the sixth grade to think that one up?
To preface my own response, all I can say is that when you get cute, you get spanked.
Apparently TD got tired of "monkeying around" in anonymous hotel bedrooms, posting the following a few days later.
Touche. Even I have to admit that the resemblance is uncanny. Though I'm not sure how I can "be gay" if, in the previous picture, I was shoving my massive Photoshop skillz up...well, we'll leave that to the imagination.
In this same post she also promised that a "GREAT MASTERPIECE" was in the works. Umm, yeah. I'll believe it when I see it.
The ball is still in your court, Angie!
Update: With her birthday just around the corner, I figured TD needed a present like no other.
Work it, girl! Work it!