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Submitted by ridiculous at 2013-01-31 05:24:18 EST
Rating: 1.75 on 4 ratings (7 reviews) (Review this item) (V)

Blog blog blog blog blog.
I'm just going to type nonsensical gibberish until I feel compelled to write something of substance. Oh yeah, families suck ass. Selling my house soon, can't fucking wait because it means I'll be able to get back to my lady, that is to say the alter I created for myself, if Sico reads. And... being unemployed sucks, had a long series of firsts recently. First time having a utility cut off. First repossession of a vehicle. First time I cried because my sister gave me a hundred bucks (Merry Christmas!) uhhh... What else... Oh yeah! almost forgot the most important bit! I'm fuckin' stoked to be selling my house! I'm getting rid of three anchors all at once, my brother, his girlfriend (whom I have grown to hate) and my house which is situated in the wrong country... So... yay me! With any luck in approximately two weeks I'll be back where I belong and able to make the bank stop hunting me. Honestly I'm surprised they haven't employed assassins of some nature yet, but hey, guess I don't owe them enough. So... plans for the future... Get married, find new home, seek employment / get my lazy ass back to school and... be happy. I'll be sure to post a photo of the wedding for you guys to deface.

Excuse me while I step back into the shadows of lurkitude.

Love and buttrubs,


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Submitted by rats at 2013-02-09 22:46:20 EST (#)
Rating: 1

Well I certainly needed to hear that. Good luck.

Submitted by RoadSong at 2013-02-03 02:02:05 EST (#)

Brain weasels. It's always the brain weasels. Dementia is called "tripping".
Thank you for clearing that up...

Submitted by SilvrWolf at 2013-01-31 23:32:26 EST (#)

Brain weasels. It's always the brain weasels. Dementia is called "tripping".

Submitted by RoadSong at 2013-01-31 23:29:32 EST (#)
Rating: 2

Looking forward to the wedding pictures. Good things come to those who wait.


I have transitioned my pajamas to day wear. wtf. I had to. Took the wrong bag of clothes to the thrift store to donate them last week, only to see MY OWN CLOTHES ON SALE THERE TODAY!

*sigh Yam sure it is dementia or brain weasels.

Submitted by SilvrWolf at 2013-01-31 23:28:48 EST (#)
Rating: 2


Kick your brother's ass. Bust a cap in his bitch girlfriend (or chop her head off or pike her. Whatever). Take the money and run... to a non-extradition treaty country.

The bank has indeed employed a mechanic but I've put the job on hold to give you time to escape beyond our "jurisdiction". I can probably hold out until May, at the latest, but I'm gonna have to have something to show for it by then. If perhaps you could line up the brother's bitch, I can put one in her brain stem, say I got made and give you time to bolt. That might, might give you until August but I'll have to close the contract by the end of our fiscal year. It's not personal - just business.

Sleep tight, Pumpkin.

Submitted by ridiculous at 2013-01-31 08:41:13 EST (#)

I....might....just....do that.

Not shit beer mind you. But airfare is on you.
In all honesty me and the future missus had discussed the possibility of renting out a B&B for people who want to attend. Will be sure to post closer to that time.

Submitted by FALLEN at 2013-01-31 08:36:11 EST (#)
Rating: 2

I'd rather get an invite to the wedding, but only if you have an open bar.
Dont cheap out on my Ridic and get a half-barrel of Budweiser or some shit like that.

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