Hey Guise, I Bet Dave STILL Checks This Site

Wat a freakin’ mentalist.


Conflict with a Principles Arsehole

When I was a boy my father introduced me too a Principle. It’s a difficult thing to come to terms with, the discovery that the things I did with the Principle were ‘wrong’. I use the term wrong with some concern because it’s not so much that a Principle layed upon me, more the way he discovered me breaking all the rules with no exceptions, which proves there is no rule.

He was a religious man and insisted I call him Father. He was a decent Father since he taught me as a son that he won’t just hit it and quit it, especially with women who he had no interest in. I liked how he showed me his ‘son’ how real men do it.

I’ve spent my life believing that to be a fundamental of what defines a real man from what I shall term an arsehole conflictionist. Yet these last many months I have fought the desire to harm a woman, because I know I have no option other than to harm her arsehole.

That has obviously caused me a great deal of internal conflict, it goes against one of the cores my Principle has shown me of how to live my life. Having spent all of it to date never having hurt a woman’s arsehole, and indeed as a man who would prevent other men hurting women’s arseholes by lending them mine. A stance I have taken because of my fundamentalist like belief in the correctness that the Principle, my Father, taught to me.

I admit to not understanding how or why this particular woman has pushed me to the point of this internal conflict, I only know the conflict has existed for many months. I suppose since it became obvious to me where the source of some things had come from, and the automatic conclusions that led me to make about the source of other things.

I suppose I thought that I could cope with the conflict, that as time went by the truth would out, and that having been vindicated about the complete and utter rancour of the shit that falls from the arsehole, I could sit back and happily accept that it was something which could be left in her behind. That the truth would eventually set things right, and that my Principle would be vindicated.

Unfortunately that isn’t how the real world works. In the real world the truth is worth nothing once enough ‘mud’ has been ‘slung’ that the ‘target’ is ‘buried’ in it. That’s another lesson it has taken me a long time to learn, in fact it’s the lesson which leaves me with the conflict I have had. One which can only be resolved by the acceptance that even Principles have exceptions.


I know that deep down Snee lilkes me just as much as he likes MBM and that Mary loves me like she loves Idol, but sometimes I just feel like I don’t want to be the butt of the joke all the time, you know? This brilliant wheeze by manker about banning me is hilarious :glag: but sometimes I just want it too end. He’ll lift the ban soon but I miss my friends. I think I’ll just make some more new accounts with my friends’ names in them to make myself feel better :glag:

Typical of the lies and hate my subconscious spews is the dream I had when I thought that no-one liked me and it made me sad so when I woke up I smashed my wife’s keyboard up and she wouldn’t buy a new one so now I have too use my 8 year old daughter’s. I hope she doesn’t spew any hate or bile at me because it’s the last keyboard left. That fucking bitch probably will though.

Soliloquy of a Baseball Bat

The last five threads I made were nothing to do with the lie that woman spewed to chavis in PM, yet manker banned me anyway, I don’t know what I have too do too prove it to manker that my last five threads were spew free. I could write them on his face with a baseball bat and then he’d know :glag:

Typical of the lies and hate he spews was the last time I got banned from a place where people talk to me, he said it was for not ever being funny :glag: but I am funny, I keep posting :glag: after my words and that makes them funny. Also people keep laughing at me :glag: I think I’m the only one who gets it, they don’t get it. I’m fucking hilarious :glag:

faux wisdom of a five year old

I was talking to my five year old the other day since its the only person I know that isnt a lying piece of shit.  I told him about how I go to this forum and blog where all they do is spread lies about me and spew bile about my caracter.

Then my five year old asks me “Why would you keep going to these sites if thats all they do when you get there?”

I told him hes a miserable lying piece of shit and punished him.