Dear God,
Is that all you've got old man? Cause I'm not impressed. Sure, you've gone out of your way to spite me at every chance for the past little while, but you seem to be getting repetitive. Come on, making my cd-writer stop working? You did that with my last one a few months ago old man, are you running out of ideas? I'll admit, making it so that I can't find my receipt is a nice touch, but frankly I think you were doing much better when you kept making everyone I worked for go out of business and shaft me on back pay.
How about we get this over with once and for all: Me and you, one on one, I'm getting tired of all your little games. That's right goddy-woddy, I'm calling you out. Name the time, name the place. Bring your locusts, bring your lightningbolts, bring whatever you want, it doesn't matter, because this time it's personal, and when I pin your shoulders to the mat and that referee counts ONE-TWO-THREE you will KNOW that you messed with the wrong bitter, angry idiot. Enough games, let's do this thing like men, I'm getting tired of all your mind games.
Andrew
p.s. if you're just trying to get a message across to me, just tell me, I'm not smart. Do you want me to kill someone, is that it? Is that dog voice you?
p.p.s. the weird bump on my leg was a nice touch, I'll give you that.
15:16:36 - 2000-11-23