ICYMI, Judy Judy Judy asked me five times where I live! Five fucking times! The first time at night, she was almost totally shitfaced drunk and asked me twice under the pretense that she would bring me food, so I had supposed that she forgot. The next day she asked me again THREE FUCKING TIMES while standing directly behind my trailer in broad daylight and rudely interrupting a conversation I was trying to have with a very nice lady, once again promising food~! A real slick operator, that Judy! Give the psycho bitch a raise~! Just can't get good help anymore... BTW, none of the promised food ever materialized. Gee! Such a surprise!