pasty faced post office killers

[Problem Child]

The psychos are on the rampage. The good part is that they scream at each other. Some sane people still try to debate them, but it's no use.

As they bask in the dim glow of their monitors, they are convinced they are right. They have search engines and Haagen-Dazs and cold pizza and no social life. 14 hrs. straight online is nothing to them. They can win any argument.

After all, they type louder than everyone else.

 

[Private Vasquez]

Is this thing on?

 

[Saint Peter]

If one of those office workers tells you the violin case is just a new lunchbox, run like hell.

 

[tortoise]

And yet another band name is born.



(Yes, the band name thing is a sickness. We've established that. I'm not especially motivated to find a cure, though, so you'll just have to deal).

 

[Problem Child]

Nobody listens to them in the Real World, so they draw all the shades and lock all the doors and masturbate frequently. They bathe infrequently, and have malevolent thoughts about the neighbors dog that barks a lot. They want to kill it, but don't have the guts to just chuck a half-pound of ground round with some D-con inside over the fence, so they sit in musty, stale apartments with yellowing walls and dirty carpets and they simmer.

They simmer and steam and type. They have toenail fungus and greasy hair. Cholesterol counts over 280 and fake pictures to send over the net. The military rejected them and they have never fucked a real woman. They do quick searches on Google and then type...they type fast, so people will think they're smart.

They aren't that smart. The stink in the kitchen comes from the maggots wriggling under the foul dishes in the sink. Just one more post. That'll show 'em.

 

[Private Vasquez]

Ice Cream has calcium. Calcium is good for strong teeth and bones.

 

[glamorilla]

making up band names is cool tho~

 

[KillerMuffin]

*gives PC a blank look, then realizes...*

Oh.

Nevermind.

 

[RosevilleCAguy]

The psychos are on the rampage. The good part is that they scream at each other. Some sane people still try to debate them, but it's no use.

As they bask in the dim glow of their monitors, they are convinced they are right. They have search engines and Haagen-Dazs and cold pizza and no social life. 14 hrs. straight online is nothing to them. They can win any argument.

After all, they type louder than everyone else.

But they are so much fun to piss off. Naturally I am self-employed so they can't come in and blow me away...........................unless I am one of them.....that means I can't trust myself because the guns stored in the closet are really for me to shoot myself with because I am postal about me not getting truly appreciated by me, subjecting myself to long hours with little pay, while I spend my afternoons tooling around in a Mercedes and playing golf......


Wow. I am a real bastard.