The Scissor Triplets and The Claw

Facebook has removed my Mary Lyn account. I’ve had to resort to using my Ivy Archer account again. I wonder which of the mobility device using pill poppers got my account zucked? Was it Jem? Was it Nicky? Was it Michelle? Maybe Annie or Jacqueline. They’ll be sorry when I find out who it is. 🤪

My alter ego Mary is blaming somebody for being somebody they’re not. Detecting was never my strong suit, but it makes me feel better after my bipolar has calmed and I realise that she doesn’t care about my obsession with pig farms. I know it’s not normal, but I shall continue anyway. I can’t let them beat me. If only I could make it to Australia to threaten that little piggy Michelle before I get my teeth handed to me. But I’m far too busy studying for a PhD in grifting.

So I Rachel, can’t make up my mind whether I was Diana for 3 years or 4. Neither are plausible, because most of those that I say said that, say they weren’t aware of of us for that long. They’re most likely correct. I do like to exaggerate somewhat. I just need to get my story straight before somebody catches me out. Oh no, it looks like the bubble guppies have got me banged to rights.

After much deliberation, we have decided to add Samantha Nicole, Ivy Archer, Mary Lyn and Mary Mitchell to our fold. One of us has lots of folds, which must get very sweaty in the summertime. I’m sure there’ll be more to add in due course. After all, we’re really grinding them down and constantly winning. At least, that’s what we keep telling each other. Maybe I’ll post some pictures so mmm you can get a real feel for who and what we really are.

The four of us like to make up lies and pretend that people are stalking us, when it’s us that are doing the stalking. We hate Annie, Jacqueline, Michelle, Nicky and so many more. My friend Myra thinks they all share profiles. I’m inclined to agree, because thinking for myself would just be silly.

The four of us are mola molas swimming against the tide, basically just making stuff up as we go. It’s a pity that two of us are unable to comment in a certain group at this time, because we got a little too big for our britches. Never mind, we have our bliss to fall back on.