Reports of My Death are Premature Kimberlee Ouwroulis

On this the day the world is mourning the passing of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson, Kimberlee Ouwroulis, the woman to which Confessions of a Canadian Stripper was kind of created for, has reached out to me after almost 6 months of not hearing from her at all.

Apparently she thought I was dead, but I suspect the only reason she thought that was because she has been living under a rock for the past six months.

No Kimberlee I am not dead. Sorry to disappoint you.

Apparently she thought I was dead, at least that is what she said in the email she sent me.

The email, and there isn’t much to it:

Kimberlee 10:13 am i heard you were dead..hahahahaaa

That’s it. She only filled out the subject line. Gee, you think she would have had more to say me after all this time. I’m hurt. NOT!

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