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Back when I was a young nurse working at a hospital in Miami, I overheard a conversation between my co-workers. In hushed tones, they discussed the erratic behavior of the father of one of the patients. One co-worker, who was normally very sweet, whispered, “God forgive me, but I don’t like him.”

From the pained expression on her face I could tell she was sincere when she asked God to forgive her for saying a disparaging word about another person. But in the case of Angel Laws, it doesn’t pain me at all to say I don’t like the bitch.

Three years ago, Angel emailed me begging me for a list of hosts when her blog was under heavy DDoS attack which took it offline for over a week. I gave her some suggestions because she seemed like a nice enough kid. But some kids are ungrateful and tend to forget when you’re there for them.

Now she’s on her wack blog calling me out my name because I wrote a post suggesting that her God, Knaye West, utilized the services of a Ghost blogger. Anyone with half a brain knows that dude has help with his blog. Then Angel had the nerve to call me a crab in a barrel. Well if I’m a crab in a barrel, you are right in there with me, sister. It tickles me when ass kissing gossip mongers like Angel have anything to say about anyone else.

I chuckled when I read the comments from her Kentucky Fried biscuit eating, no man having readers. Bitches cant even afford a two-piece chicken dinner – just the biscuit. Half of them already emailed me begging me to let them register on my blog. I may look a hot mess, but I clean up nicely if I throw on a tight lacefront wig and a little makeup. Angel looks a hot mess even with her lacefront wig and makeup on.

Normally an unfortunate looking creature like herself would have a nice personality to fall back on, but she doesn’t even have that. Anyway, this has taken up way too much of my time. I’m sure I’ll bump into Angel at the Blogging While Brown conference next week in Atlanta. It’ll be interesting to see what she has to say when I’m standing right in front of her.