So, apparently I'm spreading rumors behind fankie's back.  Hmm....that's pretty weird.  It seems like that's the kind of thing you have to do consciously.  I must be pretty bloody talented to do it without even knowing.

Yeah, but honestly I didn't do it.  I don't really care what she does.  It's her fuckin' life.  If she wants to shoot up a gallon of black tar heroin and hobble her od'ed ass over to join the circus, more power to her.  I don't fucking care.  ((Note: for those of you who are a little less than Johnny-on-the-spot, these are fictional, extreame example which bear no foundation in truth what-so-ever.))

So, no.  Sorry, but no.  I can't be blamed for spreading vicious rumors behind anyone's back.  No, I won't take the blame.  Sorry, but I vividly refuse to be a scapegoat for someone's sick humor and blatant lies.