DrChristianTroy
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Talking about kidnapping his brother. What a class act. How is dude not swimming in pussy?
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Talking about kidnapping his brother. What a class act. How is dude not swimming in pussy?
The Very Bad Boy of College Journalism wrote:
Oh, isn't he? [In reference to my not being a journalist.] I've been thinking: he seems much too in the know about the newspaper business to just be a casual observer, and why are all these "sources" willingly talking to some nobody from a message board? I think they know him. Further, I think he's someone I knew from those days, someone I hurt, out for revenge. All I have to do is follow the clues....
He actually goes pretty hard at you with a conspiracy in an older post he replied to. I am going to bed but I will post it tomorrow. Shit is hilarious.
I think I'm starting to get a Shaner-esque vibe from Sweet now.[apparently Dr. M is a journalist from Sweet's past]
That's it. For those that don't want to go through pages of crazy...I think I may have just found it and commented on it in the post above yours. It that's not the tirade you're referencing, let me know.
1. The last time I got involved in my family's business I got way too emotionally invested. That's why Dale is on my hit list. Do you really want to see some poor family hunted down and dealt with over a few hundred bucks in unpaid in rent? I suggested moving my brother into the old place, but nobody ever listens to my ideas.
2. Oh, isn't he ? I've been thinking: he seems much too in the know about the newspaper business to just be a casual observer, and why are all these "sources" willingly talking to some nobody from a message board? I think they know him. Further, I think he's someone I knew from those days, someone I hurt, out for revenge. All I have to do is follow the clues....
3. I never said they didn't exist. I just said I don't see them. Those channels you mentioned? ABC--blue-screen from 7-9 p.m on Wednesdays. CBS-- picture, no volume. NBC--forbidden. There are rules. Weird, stupid rules.
4. Tattoos? Oh, yeah, sure. Nothing like hepatitis to put the color back in someone's cheeks. Besides, a new diet and a workout regime won't do anything to shrink my large forehead, which is the part of me you gibberheads focus on (that and my wiener-- why does Doc Murky think a bully went after me for looking at my junk in the school locker room? That's just creepy and stupid).
5. The world is whatever those in power say it is. NYC isn't the only place people get knifed or shot, ya know. Read the crime reports this side of the Mason-Dixon line sometime, you insular, nattering little twit. Memphis is a craphole. And I saw the real world, in college. It was far too freaky for me to take. I'm willing to settle for the "real enough" world.
6. You could never understand. Taco salad reminds me of a simpler time... the nineties, sitting in the ASU cafeteria enjoying a dish of taco pie and waffle-cut fries, which were served there every Saturday morning, and watching my favorite shows on the tube. When I returned home I would often make the dish for my family. My mother didn't quite like it as much as I did-- she said the chip crust was too hard for her to chew-- so I deferred to her and modified it to taco salad. Iprepare taco salad for Mom maybe three times a month. For me it's like returning once more to those glory days, if only for as long as it takes to get to the last pinto bean remaining on the plate.
Yeah.... irl I don't have a team behind me to throw the punches and build the gadgets while I plan strategy, look for diplomatic solutions to problems, and throw caustic quips at the bad guys. No one else was doing anything about my brother. I stepped up. I made a hash of it. I should have planned it better. Maybe a dose of chloroform, a stout rope, and a waiting train boxcar. The victim would be halfway to Chatta-noogie before he knew it.
Or, you know, they could let me back into ASU, whether I could enjoy a better diet, work out in the weight room and jogging track, enjoy a much healthier and more fulfilling lifestyle. But, no, it's always going to be Nuh, nuh, nuh, them's our perks! On-on'y we is can has that. Goin' back ta our school be th' wuhhhhst thing fuh yee-oo. You bitch at me if I stay in and watch TV; you say I'm being a nuisance and driving everyone crazy if I go out and socialize. Blah blah blah. Yab yab yab. Make up your mind, huh? You say you want me to live better, but not if it inconveniences you in the slightest, is that it? Typical self-contradictory double-talk. That's why I despise you people. You are so confusing and frustrating.
There are no piss jars or bottles in my room, jackass. If I have to go and the bathroom is ocupado, I step out back and drain my lizard in the bushes.
Uh-uh-uhh, Troy-Boy. Now you're being dishonest. It's been established by you people, and Doc Murky's own sources, that there was no plagiarism; I was fired for being an office nuisance. The plagiarism thing was merely something convenient to hang their snappy fedora (the hat of choice for film-noir newspaper men since 1948) on. So basically they've admitted right out there was blatant fraud committed. I will never forgive them for that. They could have just asked me to leave. They could have cited an ethical breach in my accepting gifts for my work; I did it, I admit it, and wouldn't have questioned the charge. But nooooooooooooooooooooooo. They lied. They couldn't help themselves. They lied against me. They filed a false, trumped-up charge, which turned my fans against me, who flipped their shit and turned all creepy and murderous. I tried to redeem myself and win back both my job and the hearts of the people.That just made things worse. But I have plan to make it aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall better.![]()
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Alright, Sweets. You seem so fucking hard set on returning to ASU where your life would be so much better. So, here are some important questions coming from a university student.Sweets dijo:Or, you know, they could let me back into ASU, whether I could enjoy a better diet, work out in the weight room and jogging track, enjoy a much healthier and more fulfilling lifestyle. But, no, it's always going to be Nuh, nuh, nuh, them's our perks! On-on'y we is can has that. Goin' back ta our school be th' wuhhhhst thing fuh yee-oo. You bitch at me if I stay in and watch TV; you say I'm being a nuisance and driving everyone crazy if I go out and socialize. Blah blah blah. Yab yab yab. Make up your mind, huh? You say you want me to live better, but not if it inconveniences you in the slightest, is that it? Typical self-contradictory double-talk. That's why I despise you people. You are so confusing and frustrating.
But all these perks are only at college! It's way more sensible than joining a gym and not eating shitty food.Alright, Sweets. You seem so fucking hard set on returning to ASU where your life would be so much better. So, here are some important questions coming from a university student.
1) What classes will you be taking?
2) What major will you be working toward?
3) How will you be paying for your dorm and all of that shit?
Because people may attend a university campus, but this isn't where they live. I'm also rather curious to the third of all of those questions above everything else, since college tuition is incredibly expensive and you strike me as the type of person that wouldn't qualify for any financial aid whatsoever.
Now you're being dishonest. It's been established by you people, and Doc Murky's own sources, that there was no plagiarism; I was fired for being an office nuisance. The plagiarism thing was merely something convenient to hang their snappy fedora (the hat of choice for film-noir newspaper men since 1948) on. So basically they've admitted right out there was blatant fraud committed.
Nope. It's the guys who wait around for the girls to call. And the girls are assigned by the System.I wonder what analog to the Chinaphone was in place for female college students under Teh Sistym.
EDIT: @Shadow Fox Yeah, I wondered what the female students did for companionship. Also, what about gay men and lesbians? Where they simply left out in the cold?