Big Brother Contestant Displays Dickhead Tendencies - No Surprises There, Then
This is, frankly, a pisser.
Is there some hypocrisy in this given your girlfriend is a stripper?She's not a stripper, how do you know that. What? That's so stupid. My girlfriend does sales and promotion. She knows a lot of girls who are strippers. She's definitely not a stripper. The fact a strip club says it is a load of crap, and a friend could have been joking.
Why would they?
If you write that then I can get things done. I have a bit of pull, that's how I got on the show. I can post things about you and question whether it's true.
So you're threatening me now?
I just know you're going to portray me in a certain way, you've come up with this bullshit that someone's said and it's just crap.
Well, we've had it confirmed from Kittens that Amy works there as Ashley
It's crap, you're just trying to come up with some gossip, is there someone higher up I can speak to?
No
Why not?
Because this isn't a call centre where you ask for the supervisor
Well do my lawyers have to contact you?
Well, your lawyers are free to do that at any time, we're not hard to find
What you're saying is total...the fact you posted that is lame. I'm saying right now that she's not a stripper. The fake my girlfriend has fake boobs and dolls herself up...I will write stuff about you and the Daily Telegraph.
You are threatening me, aren't you? I can tell, that was a threat
You're gunna try and make me look like an idiot and portray me as a hypocrite because I what I said about Brigitte, I know how the media works, you're....
I don't think you needed our help with that, you did it yourself and seemed happy enough to bully her when you thought you had the upper hand. You implied she was smutty and said she was spoilt
My girlfriend does promotions and you're going to write crap because you think you're a detective and you've found out something someone says that is crap. I want to talk to someone higher up because obviously you're just the person doing stuff.
I'll tell them that you'd like to speak to someone
Oh and what, they won't call me, why would they want to talk to me.
At least brief Big Brother "star" Michael Crafter has displayed some awareness of just how limited his time in the spolight is likely to be with that last sentence.
Garth Montgomery, Defamer Australia applauds you. Especially for that call centre riposte. Bravo!




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