One Of The Many Reasons The Great Revered Roger Is My Hero(Fixed)

[Sister_Gothique]

 Conversation With A Piece Of Debris
Current mood: satisfied

The names have been changed to protect the stupid and---aw, hell..you'd know who it is anyway....

*with a special comment from The Great Revered at the bottom*


Randy: nuthin much, trying to find the xmas stuff for my mom
Heather: ahh
Randy: bit aggresive lately?
Heather: excuse me?
Randy: idk
Heather: Well you'd have to have SOME reason for saying that
Randy: im sorry, ill leave you alone then...
Heather: what the hell are you talking about dude?
Randy: your last post and your yahoo thingy, kinda a bit aggresive
Heather: which?
Randy: you changed it to music
Randy: or which post, the bus one
Heather: what, "may your death come quickly"?......and there was nothing agressive in the bus blog..no more agressive than I've ALWAYS been
Randy: OoO, i just misunderstood then
Heather: As for... "may your death come quickly"....it's a mercy thing
Heather: yeah...s'ok...you haven't gotten me for a while anyway.lol
Randy: yeah...
Heather: dude,what's your deal? you're acting all weird
Randy: idk...i know i am in a weird mood, i dont know what put me in this state, but hopefully it will pass...i should be ion a good mood, i got my car running, and hopefully next paycheck it will be legally to drive on the road
Heather: ah, right on
Randy: if not, it will be in jan, not in time to see you before you leave though
Heather: *shrug* it happens
Heather: like usual...different people keep getting different dates from you
Randy: well i wanted to come out on the 28th and leave on the 2nd
Randy: that was the plan
Randy: still is the plan, will have to see if it will change next week
Heather: uhhuh
Randy: i got temp tags and i went to my moms work, and actually got to use her discount for free rental and used of the shooting range...
Randy: all i had to do was pay for the ammo
Heather: well that's scary...I never want to picture YOU using a gun
Randy: why is that, im seriously thinking about the AF
Heather: 1.You're not particularly responsible in that sense. 2.You're emotional and don't think reasonably under pressure.....
Randy: perhaps, but isnt that waht boot camp is about, plus its the AF not the ARMY, i know i couldnt survive in the AMRY or MARINES
Heather: no..you couldn't.....so you'd rather be in the chairforce? well, have fun aiming low. and I'm not sure you could survive bootcamp...
Heather: heh...something tells me you didn't like my response, but it's the truth...blunt as it may be.
Randy: i dont have to aim low, i just retested on ASVAP and scored an 87
Heather: your point?
Randy: intel
Heather: right....go for it and avoid south carolina
Randy: cuz youll be there?
Heather: No. I won't be there. I'll be in NORTH Carolina....
Randy: okay?
Heather: but feel free to avoid that too
Randy: okay, what about the keys?
Heather: the keys?
Randy: are we still going to go? someday?
Randy: taking that as a no?
Heather: No....because quite frankly I don't like you as a person. I haven't LIKED you for the past couple years.You were either neglectful or clingy...Inconsiderate not only to myself but those around you...you're the collection of the worst qualities in both of your parents. You only care for yourself. You were dishonest...and apparently tried to get me pregnant when I wanted to leave...proof there is a god, you're sterile....I thought you were funny at first, but soon realized you just quoted things I found funny..You're not smart and you're childish. You're everything I never wanted and more.. and you were bad in bed....I'm been saving that for some time
Randy: thnx
Randy: guess thats a good bye then?
Heather: can you give me a reason why it shouldn't be? Quite frankly, this is the better way..Someone suggest I toy with you and admittedly I felt a bit of malicious glee whenh thinking about that ater the hell you put me through
Randy: thnx, and to think i was blinded
Heather: blinded?
Randy: i really never saw that coming or you to think that of me, i was seriously blinded by my feelings
Heather: No...you were BLIND, not blinded....or you would have seen it in my face long ago. When you'd make certain comments and I'd look at you as if you were the most ignorant thing on earth.....Originally, I thought you lost me that one Christmas when you were cybering....but I realized you never really HAD me. You couldn't. It was just poor decision making on my part.
Randy: yeah...then why the whole inter acting like we didnt want to lose me, when i said i was moving out when you parents where going to move to beson
Randy: *benson
Heather: Part of me was still confused...*shrug* Sometimes smart people make some horrid decisions
Heather: I'm still pretty ashamed and disgusted
Randy: i guess, well guessing this in good bye, i dont need this pounding, i knew that is was all over, and we couldnt be friends, cuz really i knew this was coming, i could tell in our convos in the past weeks
Heather: Heh, no...The last few convos was just me.
Randy: kk? how often do you talk to jimmy?
Heather: You never knew how mean I actually WAS
Heather: why?
Randy: cuz have you checked the minutes
Randy: there is A reason why we are losing our phones onto our own plans
Heather: yep....oh no.you have to get your own fucking phone
Randy: so your still staying on your moms plan?
Heather: how is this any of your business?
Randy: because why should i lose my phone because of you
Heather: why should you stay when people only PUT UP with you?
Randy: is that what your mom thinks of me, just to PUT UP with me, or did you convince them to drop me from her plan
Heather: Yes, this was all my malicious plan...my parents really LOVE you..........Don't ask me what my mother THINKS. I can't speak for her
Randy: feeling that LOVE is sarsactic
Heather: aren't you quick..
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Now, I wasn't going to post this until I got word of the dipshit posting it himself on his livejournal and even then, after it'd been brought up a couple times, it still took a bit of poking and prodding.
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and now for a word from The Great Reverend:

The fact that Heather dated Randy in the first place further proves that love is, in fact, the weird feeling you get between meeting someone, and discovering that they look like a flounder.  A flounder with bad skin.

In a similar vein, the fact that Randy is sterile proves that God is not totally malevolent.  If he wasn't, he'd have smashed her chromosomes flat and she would have given birth to a Harlequin baby[google it].  Horrible, horrible.

On the other hand, if God was totally benevolent, Randy would never have been born.  God, you're cheating.  Even the Book of Revelation never threatened a one-man plague of sociopathy and abject failure.  For Chrissakes.  If God really loved us, he'd go all Old Testament on Randy, and scorch him from the face of the Earth like a cockroach under a blowtorch.

Randy's continual threats to return for a visit impress nobody.  Given his fucked up life, his car would break down in the California desert, and he'd be eaten by geckos.  And he would not be missed.

So long, Randy.  You're a boatload of human waste, and the only reason any of us ever put up with you was that you were always with Heather (to the mystification of all, I might add),  Feel free to never visit, write, or call.  Just stay there in California, and try to find yourself another woman with bad eyesight and poor decision-making capability.  And remember not to tell us the insipid, Godawful details.

Not kidding.  Stay away.  We never liked you.

Or kill me.

[Suu]

Um, that link doesn't work. It pops up my empty blog. You need to find a more direct link to your page.

[Messier Undertree]

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[Template]

There's a special comment from the Revered at the bottom of the post on top.

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog&pop=1

URL is allwrong.  QFT.

This is why Myspace is bad for you.

[rong]

looks phishy to me

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Um, that link doesn't work. It pops up my empty blog. You need to find a more direct link to your page.

Here, I'll ex-post my part of it.  I am the KING of poison pen letters:

The fact that Heather dated Randy in the first place further proves that love is, in fact, the weird feeling you get between meeting someone, and discovering that they look like a flounder.  A flounder with bad skin.

In a similar vein, the fact that Randy is sterile proves that God is not totally malevolent.  If he wasn't, he'd have smashed her chromosomes flat and she would have given birth to a Harlequin baby[google it].  Horrible, horrible.

On the other hand, if God was totally benevolent, Randy would never have been born.  God, you're cheating.  Even the Book of Revelation never threatened a one-man plague of sociopathy and abject failure.  For Chrissakes.  If God really loved us, he'd go all Old Testament on Randy, and scorch him from the face of the Earth like a cockroach under a blowtorch.

Randy's continual threats to return for a visit impress nobody.  Given his fucked up life, his car would break down in the California desert, and he'd be eaten by geckos.  And he would not be missed.

So long, Randy.  You're a boatload of human waste, and the only reason any of us ever put up with you was that you were always with Heather (to the mystification of all, I might add),  Feel free to never visit, write, or call.  Just stay there in California, and try to find yourself another woman with bad eyesight and poor decision-making capability.  And remember not to tell us the insipid, Godawful details.

Not kidding.  Stay away.  We never liked you.

Or kill me.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I want you to leave comments like that on my Myspace.

Fuck that, I want to drive to Arizona and have you be my daddy for a month.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I want you to leave comments like that on my Myspace.

Fuck that, I want to drive to Arizona and have you be my daddy for a month.

I just opened a Myspace account, for the sole purpose of saying horrible shit to people.   

[Kai]

  This thread is win.


Never say that The Good Reverend doesn't take care of the people he likes.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I want you to leave comments like that on my Myspace.

Fuck that, I want to drive to Arizona and have you be my daddy for a month.

I just opened a Myspace account, for the sole purpose of saying horrible shit to people.   

YES!

My name is Particle.

[Cain]

Heather = SG?

Sorry, just wondering about the context here.  I'm nosy like that.

[Sister_Gothique]

Heather = SG?

Sorry, just wondering about the context here.  I'm nosy like that.

Indeed, Heather would be me

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Bump for SG's discomfort.   

[Doktor Howl]

AND AGAIN!

[Freeky]