IF I DID IT: Here's How It Happened

Some rather fucked up people (pardon my French) have accused me of killing WORKSPACE. Now, this is a bald faced lie dreamed up by some got damned biscuit headed individuals w/no better place to invest their lack of creativity but to call me out one more time. Now I do have some idea's about which sorry assed mutterfuckers might have done it and i'm pumped and ready to drag their ugly asses out into the, so called, light of day. This shit is truely fuckd up.

So now they're gonna try and shut ME down. SHUT ME down. Can you believe that. People! I have been aquited! And they still want to hang my funky ass out to dry. WORKSPACE is dead, man. D.E.A.D. And neither you, me, Dr. Frank, or Jesus Christ On Toast, can do shit bout that. Besides, there no way I could of killed it all by myself even if I had wanted to. The fuckin gloves didn't fit. OK? Let's say I committed this crime ... Even if I did do this, it would have been because I loved it very much, right? Truth is - the sum bitch choked itself to death. Croaked on it's own bile. Prop my ass!
sincerely,
OJC