use.... less.... stupid... period spacing...

I wrote a huge uppiedate and then attempted to save it to draft. However, I lost it. As you will have noticed by now I am attempting to write with full punctuation. This is because Fiend, in all his wisdom, decided to blogg my emails and some asshole, I think his name was John, said my dot, dot dot, pauses were stupid. Well suck shit asshole. Lets get to the real subject matter which is the Triplets birthday. What started out as a simple family lunch and a teenage boozy frolic in the evening turned into lunch for one hundred (we had seating for eighty) and about seventy teens turned up to drink the night away. Thank God for family, we put down a hangi, this is where you dig a hole in the ground, about thigh deep, light a big fire to heat a whole pile of rocks, dump the rocks in the hole, put the meat and vegetables you wish to roast in a basket, lower the basket onto the rocks, cover with cloth and wet sacks, cover with earth, then dig it up two hours later and eat. Prepare a whole lot of seafood salads, chowders, and yummy tidbits and you have a feast to feed the masses. The feature for me though was the pineapple pie, it would have made Fluffies toes curl, I thought of you hun when I ate it. As you would realize the preparation and execution of this event was a monumental drain on Uppie's financial and personal resources. I gave a speech which had my sensitive daughter sobbing (this was most discombobulating in front of a crowd) and later that night, in fact the next morning as I tucked the drunken slitch into bed, she gave me slobbery kisses and told me how much she loved me even though she does not show it much. I must say i disengaged myself from her vomit breathed charms assuring her that I new this. As for the party it went well, the behavior was exceptional, not even any ugly drunk type stuff, I only had one vomiting comatose drunk that I had to make sure kept breathing through the night. I thought of you Fiend as I fulfilled this duty. I turned off the music at twelve thirty and told them all to bugger off, which they did with good grace, though it took till three in the morning to get the last of them away. I thought I would sleep in, however I was up at five the next morning, to check on comatose drunken vomit boy, he reminded me again of Fiend, so I decided to start cleaning up. This activity continued for the next three days. In closing all I can say is thank god it's over. Next up is the twenty first, luckily I get a five year rest before that one. Oh and John you faggot does this pass muster you punctuation nazi.