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Oh, look, I go back to Africa - Ginger Snaps - 06-30-2016 Who the fuck does this midget fuck think he is? I am confused. I do not know who she's talking about. I guess I should play along? I don't know. This is hard. Ginger brain hurt. Oh, look Garbanzo has a bone! Yeah, I can't believe David Cameron did that, either. She cocks her head and squints at me. Ok, I was wrong. Time to recover. Oh, I got this. Garbanzo has a bone, and King Henry just farted. It smells really bad. Ginger, are you paying attention at all? I can't lie to her. Not really, mostly I'm trying to not go for the hidden Vodka bottle by the sink. She walks over to the sink, and begins to dig around until she finds the bottle of Vodka, half full. She eye balls it and holds it up to the light and examining it. The bottle is pretty, I want it. She then decides to pop the top off, and pour it down the drain. This hurts my soul. Why would she do this? There. Fixed the problem. So, now I was saying. There's an issue with the next Warfare event. What? Why? They're going to South Africa. I'm confused. Why does she care? I won't be there. I'll be home, trying to not get lonely. Ok. So? You're booked. WHAT!? WHAT!? Yep. You're booked in a Hell in a Cell match against Peter Gilmour. Why would they book me here? Who would book me? How did you find this out? She pulls out her phone to show me something. Oh my god. That's messed up. I can't do this. I am furious. How could he do this? How could he say those things? How could he book me in this match? I don't want to compete, I want to relax, and try to recover and heal. My life is in pieces right now, and I just want to get better. Oh, it gets better. Because I checked out the stipulations for the match. Oh no. It can't get worse. Can it? If you lose, you have to be Peter's sex slave for a month. So, don't lose. I got it. There's a downside to winning. I'm not prepared for a downside to winning. Winning is supposed to be good. How is that possible? I win, shouldn't I be rewarded? You get no reward, but Peter has to divorce Maria Brink, and marry some new woman named Mariah Dinkey. Ginger, you could easily destroy Peter's life, or your own life. This is not a good match for you. This hurts my head, and I walk away. I can't think about this right now. I need to go outside and think. Before I open the door, I stop and clap my thigh for Garbanzo to come to mummy. He runs up, and jumps to my thigh and begins to lick at me. It tickles, and I love it. My puppy is my baby. Mine and Johnny's. He's such a happy and fun puppy. He makes mama so happy. Just then he squats down and begins to go poopy. I cheer for him, because he needs to know that he does good things. I don't focus on the negative as much as I do the positive. Focusing too much on the negative of what he does will only make him all sad and depressed. I don't want to make my dog depressed, that's just really mean. You can't be mean to your dogs like that. Dogs are people, too. Remember to treat your pets right, and they'll put you in a good home when you're older. As Garbanzo and I are about to head inside, I hear a strange voice. "Can we talk?" I turn and see the person who owns the voice. It's a tall french looking guy. Well, taller than me, but still that's impressive! He can reach things on the top shelf. I have to use a chair to do that, and he doesn't look like he needs to. I wonder if he can go get the good cereals without asking someone to help him. I can't. Peter. I'm sorry for this match. I didn't book it, and I didn't ask for it. I'm sorry that your marriage is on the line, but you know that I can't just lay down for you. I am going to keep fighting and winning. You won't be stopping me, and you won't be earning a title shot. You'll also sadly be losing your wife. I'm sorry, but at least you'll get a new wife out of the deal. You're going to be married to someone named Mariah Dinkey, she sounds lovely. I hope she cares about you nearly as much as you creepily loved Maria. Even though she wanted nothing to do with you. Loves you enough to creepily clone you like when you decide to run away from her, because she somehow outcreeps you. That would be impressive, someone managing to be more of a sad and lonely creep than Peter Gilmour. We could have been friends, but then you threatened to rape me. And then even worse, I caught you playing with yourself in my locker room holding my pants. Truth be told, I'm sorry Peter. I'm sorry that you never learned how to be a normal human being, that you only know how to be the creepy kid in the classroom that likes you stare at the pretty girls and leave her notes with scabs in em. Peter, please stop leaving scabs in my locker room. That's really creepy. Just like you were really creepy for cloning Maria, and making all of the robots and stuff. Man, Peter you're just a sad man aren't you? Do you need a friend, Peter? I don't want to be your friend anymore, but I think maybe you could ask our new boss Vincent to be your friend. Maybe he could help you get the therapy you need, so you can stop being super creepy. You're almost as bad as Darren Dangerous. Peter, are you going to be mad at me for this match? Are you going to be mad when you lose to a multiple champion, one who managed to win your precious Hart title in her first night. One who, in the span of less than a year, managed to win two of the major titles in the federation, and is on her way to winning a third. Peter, you won't be beating me. It's as simple as that, you're less than I am. You're the guy who needs help to win titles, and failed to beat Vincent one on one. I'm the girl who wins titles on her own, and beat Vincent on her own. I hope you can manage to stop drooling over pictures of Maria long enough to work on a divorce plan, one that includes her paying you. I am glad you won that tournament, Peter, but you should have paid better attention to what happened next. Britain won it, and then took down Vincent. Brtiain is running this show now, and you need to realise it. Sure, Felix Braddock makes the UK look bad, but at least he can't get C.Diff anymore. Unlike you, because you don't know to wrestle, you just walk around like a child having a fit in the ring until someone pins you, or pins someone else in the ring. Are you surprised that Unknown Soldier turned his back on you? Because, I think we all called it. I think there's still a bet going on when Dim is going to betray you. Think about it, Peter. No one wants you to be their friend anymore. Not even me, and I'm nice to everyone.