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My neighbor, Tree Lady has issues; she believes she’s the Queen, Queen of the Cul-de-sac! She moved in and crowned herself; loyal minions are willing to do anything to impress her majesty.

 

Making up lies and drama, being all chatty with male neighbors, while wives are at work. Inciting them into a frenzy so they can get fired up and duke it out with the neighbor she doesn’t like, who is daring to park in her “SPECIAL QUEEN PARKING SPOT”.

It’s quite a gift, some women have, to manipulate men with mush for brains, into believing whatever lies they’d like to concoct about anything. She’s working overtime gossiping to these guys, filling them full of something. She uses that “feel sorry for me, I’m a damsel in distress, somebody’s doing me wrong, song routine, and it works like a charm on melon-heads.

In queenly fashion, she awarded herself the parking spot in front of her castle, and NO ONE is allowed to think about parking there, EVER. Her particularly fervent servant, Big Jack Ass, was ready to battle my son over Tree Lady’s right to that “special spot” she bequeathed herself. Even unsuspecting guests are threatened by her telling them she’s calling the police if they park in her spot.

One of my visitors left my house with a nail in his tire that went flat, shortly thereafter.

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No wonder, Big Jack Ass wants a fight; after all, we did park on the city street, in front of his Queen’s castle and he passionately rushed in to defend her… a real knight in shining armour. Wonder if he’s shared his big, bad, braveness for this damsel with his wife?

 

 

 

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POWER TO THE QUEEN? NOT!!!!!!!!!!!! The only thing remotely ROYAL about this woman is she’s a ROYAL DUMMY, thinking she can get away with her gossip and what she’s trying to pull! It’s very clear to me that this woman is a user… pushy, needy, ill-tempered liar, and she talks terrible about her sick old mother.

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Vindictiveness and hatefulness runs through the core of this family. She convinced me, with all the terrible talk, chatting about her mother, that she was raised to be the way she is; it’s being passed from generation to generation.

 

Because she is the Queen of VINDICTIVENESS, it’s payback time for Tree Lady: she refuses to let Old Lady eat meat. That old woman used to say that she’d do anything to just have a piece of steak, (she’s bedridden), but Tree Lady is in charge of her life now and doesn’t allow meat in her house.

I’ve seen Tree Lady in action, being vindictive to her daughter and granddaughter, and I can tell she’s a passive-aggressive manipulating, control freak!

Wonder if, when she started up her little Cul-de-sac Chatter Club, she thought, in her wildest dreams, that I might tell the story of Her Evil Queeness to the UNIVERSE.

The internet is a wonderful tool and with my God-given talents and the truth on my side, I can cartoon my way through this evil challenge and shine a light on a self- proclaimed Queen, a neighborhood of melon-headed minions, and them thinking they can harass us into moving. THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN!

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Oh, I remember why Tree Lady may think she’s a queen; she told me Peep-Show, her daughter, is ” Such A LITTLE PRINCESS “, and that she wouldn’t ever think of shopping at discount stores! She has a lot to be proud of…raising that “Little Princess” up to be so smart. Gosh, when Tree Lady told me that…well, I was impressed for days! In fact, I’m still being impressed, that I live near such a star, and can, on many clear evenings, see her naked or even with her boyfriend in her bedroom window. Anyway, I’m sure that’s one reason Tree Lady thinks she qualifies for Queen, since she raised …”such A LITTLE PRINCESS”!

 

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Just to put a check mark on reality… she is qualified as a food server, not my queen!

 

 

 

 

 

 

She’s just not QUEEN material. Queens must not be uncultured, mouth-flappers, yapping incessantly about their many problems… I need, I need, I need! Can I borrow, can I use? Queens have class, she does not! I denounce her Highness and recognize her for the WITCH her daughter told me she is!

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Her Queenly orders for me to…MOVE! or Get OFF THE STREET, GET IN THE HOUSE! have been disregarded by me as ill wind from her ass!

 

 

 

 

 

 

She obviously practices that Queen stuff on her Dufus, ex-husband, and her minions on the cul-de-sac, but don’t waste your wind on me, it won’t work.

I wouldn’t want to take her crown away since it does mean so much to her very identity. She certainly qualifies, and deserves a crown for the Gossip Queen, Queen Flappinlipz!

Her mouth just keeps flapping with gossip and lies. She’s gone around to all the neighbors gossiping about us, causing fallout, all around. I’m sure she gets supreme pleasure from all the drama she’ s creating. It gives her that queenly presence in her own mind, controlling the guys and what they think. She’s the center of attention, and it reinforces her opinion of herself.Control is her ultimate goal in life.

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I knew girls like her in high school…Drama Queens, who need loads of male attention and want all the girls to be in awe of them. They are legends in their own minds and believe that every other person should be looking up to them, perched high atop their pedestals. Delusional!

 

During my high school research into Drama Queens, I discovered they have fluffy brains with lots of air inside. Contrary to what one might think, large hooties aren’t necessary, but knowing how to flash what you’ve got is a must!

Some of those high-school drama queens fell right into lucrative waitressing; with that natural drama queen ability to flash it around; they can command those big tips, showing body parts to grateful customers.

Clever drama queens use their hooty and booty, to mesmerize guys. These particular body parts are amazingly effective in causing the guys to fire-up and kick into action, whenever needed.

Her powerful potion, turns those melon-head guys into Her Royal Majesty’s Army.

Used sparingly, those drug-like, hooty and booty, have been known to, and rarely may cause… drooling, diarrhea, constipation, incontinence, impotence, testicle shrinkage, hair loss, and divorce.

Hope her hooty-booty will last a few more years, as saggy-baggy, hooty-booty tends to lose it’s potency, and I can tell hers’ are on the way south. Smart Queens realize as they loose those ingredients, they must find melon-headed minions with more mush for brains or substitute No-Brainers, they’ll do just fine in a pinch, to carry out the Queen’s orders.

It’s a good thing Big Jack Ass’s wife, is so hard at work so Big Jack Ass has plenty of royal time for Queenie, as he’s her Head Melon-Head with Her Royal Majesty’s Army.

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My daddy always told me to laugh my way through life and enjoy every minute, and he was right! Thank you DADDY, I love you!

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