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For The Best Brother A Person Ever Had

June 24, 2017

Just realized the date my lovelies.  This explains a lot of things.  If you are me.

So, today is the day my Brother, my favorite brother decided he’d had enough and punched his ticket to get off the ride.  And I get it and I got it when he did it and I don’t hate him for it and I don’t think he is a coward or that he went to hell or any of that bullshit.  I believe he just got tired of all the memories, he got tired of looking at all the scars, he got tired of all the scars nobody could see and he said Fuck it.

Since I am still the owner of this blog, I figure I can write what I want and this is what I am writing about today because I have been having a shitty time of it lately and I am hoping maybe vomiting this up will help me a little.  Who the fuck knows. If you don’t want to read it don’t, if you do, then please do.  This is not me looking for anyone’s sympathy it is simply something I feel compelled to do.

I miss you Bobby.  You were my only solace, my saviour, my surrogate Dad and my best friend.  I would give anything I have just to be wrapped in those strong arms one more time and hugged and told how much you love me.

I get it.  I always did, but you took such a big chunk of me with you.  Since you  always knew  I didn’t  believe in a higher power I’m not expecting to see you once I die.  Call me a pragmatist.  What I do hope is that we somehow come back.  I will look for you brother.  I will look forever.

I know life was a shit show, but even still we had so many good times.  I will remember till the day I die even if I get dementia or some shit you sneaking me out of the house and across the boarder to a Kiss concert of all things.  And being the most caring brother on the planet you even made sure I had hearing protection.  You held me on your shoulders for the entire thing and you made me feel like a princess.

You are responsible for my life long love affair with rock music, Kiss, and Rush.  They opened and nobody knew who the hell they were.  But we did because they were ours.

I remember all the rides in the get away jeep and you, even being so much older than me not being to old to pretend we were Adam 12 or the mod squad or whatever, playing along with whatever I wanted to play.

I remember A&W when the waitresses came out to the cars and they were on roller skates.  So fucking cool and only our thing.

I remember my first dog, a gift from you and one that served me well.  I loved that mangy snaggle toothed animal like crazy.  And even at that age I knew why you gave him to me and he did exactly what you wanted him to do.

I know leaving was the hardest thing you ever did, I know how hard you fought to take me with you and I watched as you broke when you thought you were out of the line of sight of the house.

I remember you rushing me to the hospital when one of my other idiot brothers convinced me I could fly off of the garage roof if I just flapped my arms hard enough and I remember the very first signature on the cast.  It said “repeat after me, people cannot fly” and you ruffed my hair and you made me laugh even through the pain of another broken bone.

You were the best brother that ever lived Bobby, and you were gone way to soon but if you are now someone else out there maybe reading this, it is me your little blonde haired princess, your best girl, your little miss sunshine.  I love you Bro, and where ever or who ever you are I hope you are the happiest person.   And I will look for you forever.

 

 

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since I Still Have At Least A Week Of Typing One Handed I Thought I’d Post this for My Young Prince and Of Course My Entire Court.

May 22, 2017

Truer words in song I do not believe have ever been spoken.  Every day is a new day.

Hopefully back soon minus part of a paw

RBMD


Almost Done

May 11, 2017

Hello my loyal subjects.  I will dispense with the usual banter since I am typing with a hand that I cut a lot of a finger off of.

If anyone has questions for Jeff Ashton or Dr. Vas please submit them so I can finish this thing.  Please be aware that some questions may not be able to be answered for legal reasons but I’ve been assured Mr. Ashton will do his best.

RBMD Peacing the fuck out.


when you see the picture you will understand the delay

May 6, 2017

finger

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I Have Not Forgotten, I Have Gone All In.

May 2, 2017

My loyal subjects.  Your Queen of all I survey has not forgotten you; Casey “I killed my kid and got away with it” is just someone I happen to loathe and I have gone all in on this one.  I have spoken to Equisearch, several players in this macabre tale and am waiting for a return email from Jeff Ashton and Dr Vas.  It is going to be quite the in-depth thing.  Please just be patient.  PS I hate double jeopardy.  It will be worth the wait I promise.  I have found out some as of right now not reported by anybody else stuff, I guess because it was deemed unimportant, but it definitely tells the whole story of the Puta that is Casey cum bucket Anthony.  So far I am thousands of words in, so I have to edit and I have to wait and see what Ashton and Vas have to say.  Also a former Judge that I finally hunted down.  I’ve emailed and just waited to see if I get a reply.

I am working hard for you guys.

Love you much

RBMD


Still Working On It, This One Is Special So We Must All Respect The Process

April 19, 2017

While the in house psychic throws things at me and I duck, I am still working on the bitch killed her very own kid and threw her dad under the bus for it blog. It is long, it is vicious, it is accurate.  Very exceptionally accurate.  Yet amusing. like all awesome things it will be ready when I am done. sorry for the delay

 

love you much

RBMD


The “Bitch Rolled Double Sixes” Blog Is Being Worked On.

April 13, 2017

Hello my lovelies.  We will dispense with the normal formalities because I am tits deep in my utterly SCATHING blog about the cunt that murdered Caylee Anthony and got away with it because the  Alligator shit that has leached into the ground water obviously causes some form of weird correct verdict Alzheimer’s.  Yeah I said it. I said the C word.  Deal with it.

I have dvr’d the series and am currently going over and over them in minute detail to see where the fuck it all went wrong.

This will be a collaborative effort between myself, the in-house psychic if I can get her to stop vomiting long enough from reading the bitch, and hopefully our one and only mama cuz she lives in the fucked up verdict state formerly known as Florida.

If anyone has anything they want to contribute to this blog or if you have questions that the in-house psychic or myself or mama can answer please forward them so that we can get this party started.

I am hoping to have the thing up by like Monday because nothing says Jesus has risen like a blog about a murdering bitch that got away with killing a small child.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

RBMD peacing the fuck out


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