Saitorr

Saitorr
2002-10-15 06:00:03 (UTC)

Acceptable Casualty Ratio

Greetings valued readers,

I hate you. Stop reading this or I will find out, and
sever your... screw it. Keep reading, just don't tell
anyone.

Seriously, I don't think I have any closet fans because
(aside from the fact that I don't have ANY fans) it's hard
to fit a computer in a closet. Oh ho ho ho man, that was a
good one. I'm really proud of that one. Damn I'm good.

You know what has to suck? Being stuck on the bottom of
the evolutionary ladder, because you're the one who didn't
evolve. What a great choice, huh?

"Nah, guys... I think I'll stay this one out. I'll just
get back inside my shell and eat some food. See ya when
you get back."

It's like your best friend became a jock, and then
everyone likes him more... and his girlfriend is really
hot, and you're stuck with a shoe and an old set of golf
clubs. So you plot and plot for weeks upon weeks over
ruining his life until it climaxes to the final battle
between me and Jeff, and he's got nothing left to lose so
he gives it everything he's got. But then I lose my
footing on the bloody floor and he knocks me unconscious
and sends me to jail. Sure, he visits from time to time,
but I'm going crazy in here! The guards like to beat me
into bending over, then the inmates like to pull my pants
down. Sure, they leave it at that and laugh at me, then
help me to my feet where I can pull my pants back up...

But the guards can't hurt me as much as that.

The anal rape hurts a bit too.

But when I get out, Jeff's going down. Down hard. And
then when he pulls his pants back up, there I'll be...
laughing at him.

Oh, yes. Something insane before I leave... sorry, I
almost forgot.

I'LL STEAL ALL OF YOUR RECORDS OF THE PALEOLITHIC ERA!
THEN WHERE WILL YOU BE, HUMANS?!?!? THEN WHERE WILL YOU
BE??? YOU WON'T KNOW WHERE, THAT'S WHERE! AH HAH HAH HAH
HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! Oh... and I'll blame it on the
Surgeon General David Satcher.

Whose mind games consist of Pong and Frogger,
Jacob




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