You know, Big Mo has just got to tell her riff-raff detractors to **** off.
She counts; the rabble doesn't.
Besides, Big Mo's got something of greater concern that needs tended to, although she's probably not aware of it yet, as it hasn't been posted on Skins's island.
As you know, Big Mo's a bosom buddy of Skippy, the NYC_SKP primitive, even though they live 1500 miles apart. And as you know, Skippy's had some, uh, problems with his head, and was already in the hospital one time to have his brain stapled.
He went into the hospital again earlier this week, and now it looks as if the hospital expected him to stay a while, he got all impatient and self-discharged himself.
(To lurking primitives: never mind how I know. I just know.)
His writing--which is not on Skins's island--has considerable problems, although he is more coherent than the seabeyond bitch and cousin nadin.
He says he's going to do all this IV stuff on his own.
Skippy, like franksolich, is not a medical professional, and that doesn't seem wise.
I think if Big Mo chatted with him, she could persuade him to get his ass back into the hospital.