A Subject Suitable for Apple Talk, part I of ?...Or, The Thread We All Deserve.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

OH OH OH

And best of all, nobody is quite clear on how that piece of shit managed to land another wife, but she's really nice, and he, apparently mistaking non-monogamy for being an unethical slimeball, seems to think it's OK to tell Mr. Language and I that he was planning on cheating on her. While she was pregnant. With prostitutes. He can't seem to comprehend that we have absolutely nothing in common with him and are horrified.

They sell these little dictaphones, you know, they look just like a ballpoint pen, and can store about a gig.  They don't run much, and they're no end of fun while dealing with someone like your ex.

Not blackmail, of course, that's illegal.  It also implies that there would be something he could do that would prevent the file from getting into his wife's hands, which should not be the case.

I've considered it. In fact, I feel horribly dirty knowing and not telling her.

Two things stop me; one, the semblance of a stable home my kids get to live in when they're with him, which is half the week. Two, knowing that he is going to fuck it up eventually, and if I don't say anything I won't be the messenger who gets shot.

Oh, and I guess a third thing, which is that I have to work with this asshole in parenting my kids, and it's better for them if he doesn't overtly hate me.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

OH OH OH

And best of all, nobody is quite clear on how that piece of shit managed to land another wife, but she's really nice, and he, apparently mistaking non-monogamy for being an unethical slimeball, seems to think it's OK to tell Mr. Language and I that he was planning on cheating on her. While she was pregnant. With prostitutes. He can't seem to comprehend that we have absolutely nothing in common with him and are horrified.

They sell these little dictaphones, you know, they look just like a ballpoint pen, and can store about a gig.  They don't run much, and they're no end of fun while dealing with someone like your ex.

Not blackmail, of course, that's illegal.  It also implies that there would be something he could do that would prevent the file from getting into his wife's hands, which should not be the case.

I've considered it. In fact, I feel horribly dirty knowing and not telling her.

Two things stop me; one, the semblance of a stable home my kids get to live in when they're with him, which is half the week. Two, knowing that he is going to fuck it up eventually, and if I don't say anything I won't be the messenger who gets shot.

Oh, and I guess a third thing, which is that I have to work with this asshole in parenting my kids, and it's better for them if he doesn't overtly hate me.

On the other hand, not telling her is bad, because he might bring her a little something something he picked up off of some diseased meth whore.

And your kids seem old enough to draw their own conclusions.  My nieces had written their useless father off by the time they were 12.

[LMNO]

What kills me is that TGRRs pineal shit is STILL more entertaining than most.

And Nigel, I'm sorry. You didn't have to tell us all the details of why you're stressed out, and whether that might change your posts. But I am glad you did, because it increases understanding.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

What kills me is that TGRRs pineal shit is STILL more entertaining than most.

That's what I was aiming for, but my sense of tact seems to have been eroded by work.   

[LMNO]

I have a rant. I have a statement. But it hasn't made it to my fingers yet.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

OH OH OH

And best of all, nobody is quite clear on how that piece of shit managed to land another wife, but she's really nice, and he, apparently mistaking non-monogamy for being an unethical slimeball, seems to think it's OK to tell Mr. Language and I that he was planning on cheating on her. While she was pregnant. With prostitutes. He can't seem to comprehend that we have absolutely nothing in common with him and are horrified.

They sell these little dictaphones, you know, they look just like a ballpoint pen, and can store about a gig.  They don't run much, and they're no end of fun while dealing with someone like your ex.

Not blackmail, of course, that's illegal.  It also implies that there would be something he could do that would prevent the file from getting into his wife's hands, which should not be the case.

I've considered it. In fact, I feel horribly dirty knowing and not telling her.

Two things stop me; one, the semblance of a stable home my kids get to live in when they're with him, which is half the week. Two, knowing that he is going to fuck it up eventually, and if I don't say anything I won't be the messenger who gets shot.

Oh, and I guess a third thing, which is that I have to work with this asshole in parenting my kids, and it's better for them if he doesn't overtly hate me.

On the other hand, not telling her is bad, because he might bring her a little something something he picked up off of some diseased meth whore.

And your kids seem old enough to draw their own conclusions.  My nieces had written their useless father off by the time they were 12.

This is true.

I kind of think it'll get back to her before he does anything though, because I swear to god he's told EVERYFUCKINGONE. Maybe I should call a powwow.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

They deleted my first pic?  Bastards!

[the last yatto]

"But that's OKAY, because Ima open my pance and charge my sigils, because nothing says "I need a cigarette" like a little KaOs magick, right?"

No need to thank me, citizen.  It's only what everyone deserves.

Still not worthy

[The Good Reverend Roger]

TRIP! Make me an emote that combines these three: Call it: :horrorfacemittens:

Needless to say, I am merely warming to the subject, which I may pursue to the exclusion of other series/projects. 

No need to thank me, citizen.  It's only what everyone deserves.

This is what America asked for.

No, America asked for batshit insane teabaggers.

PD asked for this.  And I'm gonna give PD that loving, you know the kind, where you wake up all gooey and alone in the basement, with a roofie hangover, wearing your sister's clothes.  I mean, shit, who hasn't been there?

Um.

I'm really kind of proud and disturbed to have written that.

[Don Coyote]

TRIP! Make me an emote that combines these three: Call it: :horrorfacemittens:

Needless to say, I am merely warming to the subject, which I may pursue to the exclusion of other series/projects. 

No need to thank me, citizen.  It's only what everyone deserves.

This is what America asked for.

No, America asked for batshit insane teabaggers.

PD asked for this.  And I'm gonna give PD that loving, you know the kind, where you wake up all gooey and alone in the basement, with a roofie hangover, wearing your sister's clothes.  I mean, shit, who hasn't been there?

Um.

I'm really kind of proud and disturbed to have written that.

DIS FREAD

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I love that shit, I love that groove, motherfucker I can't help but move...

[Luna]

PD asked for this.  And I'm gonna give PD that loving, you know the kind, where you wake up all gooey and alone in the basement, with a roofie hangover, wearing your sister's clothes.  I mean, shit, who hasn't been there?

I don't even HAVE a sister, and I'm horrified by this...

[The Good Reverend Roger]

PD asked for this.  And I'm gonna give PD that loving, you know the kind, where you wake up all gooey and alone in the basement, with a roofie hangover, wearing your sister's clothes.  I mean, shit, who hasn't been there?

I don't even HAVE a sister, and I'm horrified by this...

Fuck you, I'm sick!   

[Luna]

PD asked for this.  And I'm gonna give PD that loving, you know the kind, where you wake up all gooey and alone in the basement, with a roofie hangover, wearing your sister's clothes.  I mean, shit, who hasn't been there?

I don't even HAVE a sister, and I'm horrified by this...

Fuck you, I'm sick!   

Yeah, but it's the kind of sick that gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling.  You know, like the coat on your tongue after an all night binge, the kind that tastes like the entire Russian army marched through your mouth in their wool socks...

[The Good Reverend Roger]

PD asked for this.  And I'm gonna give PD that loving, you know the kind, where you wake up all gooey and alone in the basement, with a roofie hangover, wearing your sister's clothes.  I mean, shit, who hasn't been there?

I don't even HAVE a sister, and I'm horrified by this...

Fuck you, I'm sick!   

Yeah, but it's the kind of sick that gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling.  You know, like the coat on your tongue after an all night binge, the kind that tastes like the entire Russian army marched through your mouth in their wool socks...

You're weird.