<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19714155</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:42:41.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D3adend and his amazing rants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D3adend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578819004869217629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19714155.post-115052801087954559</id><published>2006-06-17T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:06:50.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sophisticates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We got this brilliant plan, totally fucking brilliant, like Einstein and Steven Hawkins gay-clone love child raised by other smart people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The plan is for a great stage act.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It begins with me and my wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I Tear off her dress, fuck her up the ass without permission, and then slam her head on the table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I keep slamming her head on the table while she screams, she bites the table her jaw breaks up and then…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The clowns come in, they all start fucking her broken off jaw with razor covered strap-ons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While her face is broken, lacking teeth and bleeding, she starts singing “Star Spangled Banner”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the dog comes out.. And starts fucking my ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My dog has rabies, bites a chunk out of my back so I start bleeding, the gorilla comes out and starts drinking the blood.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This gorilla, he starts snapping the clowns necks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While they die, they start shitting, and shitting, they cover the floor in shit and piss and then they fucking puke in a pile while their razor dildos fall out my wife’s mouth and explode, as they are laced with C4.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all get covered in high speed razor shrapnel, scream in agony, roll around in shit in our pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then things get downright whacky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our kids come out, I got this beautiful little girl, and a retarded boy, he is a fucking retard, wears a football helmet because he was born fucked up as my wife injected heroin into her belly when she was pregnant with him, she didn’t want a baby, but didn’t want to get an abortion, so she took dives down stairs, drank, smoked, and did everything short of an abortion to kill the unwanted freak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now what happens is that my lovely daughter, she starts beating him over the head with a baseball bat, cracking his cute little football helmet into a thousand little pieces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His skull cracks open and she starts digging into his brains and chowing down like a starving kid in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She then finishes her meal of brains, starts filling his skull up with shit and bile from the withering clowns, and seals up the head with my wives jaw.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After this Osama Bin Laden comes out, with C4 strapped to his chest, and blows up killing everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus descends from heaven, and starts masturbating, then catches his own jiz in his mouth, he then chokes to death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This play will be called “The Sophisticates” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19714155-115052801087954559?l=d3adend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/feeds/115052801087954559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19714155&amp;postID=115052801087954559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/115052801087954559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/115052801087954559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/2006/06/sophisticates.html' title='The Sophisticates'/><author><name>D3adend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578819004869217629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19714155.post-114825259028850547</id><published>2006-05-21T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:03:10.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plan For The President</title><content type='html'>Since everyone now knows the NSA listens in on everything we say and that the elected govenment gives no respect to anyone, why shouldn't we do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should be  trying to listen in on Cheney and Rove's every word.  We should be ding-dong ditching their houses constantly.  They should know no privacy as long as America has no privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them hounded with questions and refusal to take no for an answer or be escorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Voice and Fist, make those evil bastards in charge of this country suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call in Bomb Threats on them constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Peeping Tom on Cheney in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Graffitii his car.&lt;br /&gt;mess up his dry cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;call all his numbers at all times.&lt;br /&gt;drive by his house playing rap music loudly at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;do not let him speak at a press conferance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so sick of seeing how this country has gone to hell, all because of the right wing.  Hell, they are trying to fuck up the entire world.  I can't understand how anyone can still call themselves a Republican at this point.  Their party has nearly complete control of the Senate, their President is in charge, they dominate the Judical branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have gotten worse on their watch.&lt;br /&gt;Bush is a fuckup.&lt;br /&gt;Bush's administation is a fuckup.&lt;br /&gt;Bush's party is a fuckup.&lt;br /&gt;if you voted for Bush.&lt;br /&gt;You are a fuckup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19714155-114825259028850547?l=d3adend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/feeds/114825259028850547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19714155&amp;postID=114825259028850547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/114825259028850547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/114825259028850547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-plan-for-president.html' title='My Plan For The President'/><author><name>D3adend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578819004869217629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19714155.post-114775333730776515</id><published>2006-05-15T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:22:17.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My MMO</title><content type='html'>I want to make a MMO that is set in a version of the 1920s and 1930s, a world of pulp adventure and exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a game about exploration and doing new things, I want a game where players travel to exotic locations that modern man has yet to see  and the players will do what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players would be given alignments based on their actions, preservation, documentation, exploitation.  There would be no classes, simply skills and backpacks.  Your class is defined by your equipment, as a machine gun is a large weapon and the bullets are needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be imagination points, that are used for paranormal feats and actions.  Such as dodging bullets for a fighter, or making someone burst into flame for a telepath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Crimson Skies, Think Cthulu Mythos, Think every story about everything being true.  Hidden cities of advanced civilizations, evil clandestine organizations, Illumanti factions, creatures from the deep, men from space.  Travel to other worlds and realities in shiftships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the Holy Grail and drink from it.  Be knighted by King Arthur and visit Asgard.  Have a Hanzo forged katana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure is the driving concept, there would be crafting.  The creation of new devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players would be in societies, formed by players.  They would be of nations/classes which would influence their begining abilties.  They may gain talents and new skills upon their adventures.  There is no limit to what a player can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting would be a last option in most cases, as it's possible to trade with NPCs or talk, or run in cases.  NPCs can be distracted, as violence is not the best answer, even though sometimes, it's the easiest.  Experince would be given based on checkpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inital concept are for instanced zones, with maybe a cap of 50 people in a zone.  PvP would be allowed, even though permant death is not possible, players are simply wounded and left for dead.  They will come to in a hospital location with the experince from their last checkpoint lost, due to a memory lost.  Players bodies will be recovered by roaming NPCs who take away the foolish explorers, in some places, or they will be magiced away.  It depends on the location and theme of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players crafting new devices are an important part of the game, and recipies may easily be passed all over, but gaining the resources shall not be so easy.  Magical items may be bound to a soul, but there are other power sources than magic.  The most important is imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination and exploration are the driving forces of the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19714155-114775333730776515?l=d3adend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/feeds/114775333730776515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19714155&amp;postID=114775333730776515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/114775333730776515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/114775333730776515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mmo.html' title='My MMO'/><author><name>D3adend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578819004869217629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19714155.post-114767223591857150</id><published>2006-05-14T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:50:35.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random LAN Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I want to do theme LAN parties.  Just for the sake of fun, as I found I have the most fun at LANs when it's not entirely revolving around computers, but about the kind of people who would drag their whole self-pieced together PC out to a location and throw down with nearly 100 strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get some great conversations and jokes,  it's my subgroup I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would love to have a Lanparty that each party has a diffrent subtitle.  Most Lans have a name (ex: MPCon) and a number (XVI).  I want to do it more like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan I: More Action than a movie.&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan II:  Electric Boogaloo&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan III:  What's this button do?&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan IV:  The Tinfoil Conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan V:  For Vendetta&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan VI:  Funny Hat Edition&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan VII:  Advent Computers&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan VIII:  Chuck Norris is NOT going to be here&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan IX:  The Final Show Down&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan X:  Stonger, Faster, Smarter&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan XI:  Walrus Says ORT&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan XII:  Going For a Deadly Dozen&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan XIII:  Nothing Will Go Wrong&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan XIV:  Zug Zug!&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan XV:  The NSA is reading this!&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan XVI:  SW33T 6xT33n!&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan XVII:  Duke Nuken Still Isn't Done&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan XVIII:  Roman Numerals Suck&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan 19:  Someone is keeping count&lt;br /&gt;DeadLan XX:  Hitting F5 for Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that is the idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19714155-114767223591857150?l=d3adend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/feeds/114767223591857150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19714155&amp;postID=114767223591857150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/114767223591857150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/114767223591857150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-lan-thoughts.html' title='Random LAN Thoughts'/><author><name>D3adend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578819004869217629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19714155.post-114352717343372062</id><published>2006-03-27T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:26:13.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/d3adended/daredevil-oh-snap.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right Daredevil, those kids and their 'Oh, Snap'... January 1984 issue number 202.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19714155-114352717343372062?l=d3adend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/feeds/114352717343372062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19714155&amp;postID=114352717343372062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/114352717343372062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/114352717343372062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-snap.html' title='Oh Snap'/><author><name>D3adend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578819004869217629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19714155.post-113919823687746157</id><published>2006-02-05T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:04:21.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A convo with a 'friend'</title><content type='html'>LeadMetoBeaUty (10:23:04 PM): go kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:23:22 PM): is that what you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:23:31 PM): Yes. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:23:35 PM): :-)&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:23:44 PM): instead... I got you a nice tall glass of "shut up you crazy fucking bitch and quit bothering me"&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:24:16 PM): dont get fucked up bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:24:38 PM): I'm afraid there is a problem here&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:24:41 PM): as your still fucking talking&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:24:42 PM): Go get a raxer, okay? and then you cut yourself till you cant breathe, and one you cant your doing the RIGHT thing,&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:24:49 PM): Then, i'll laugh at your funeral.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:25:01 PM): my god... your still talking&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:25:10 PM): what will it take for you to quit typing&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:25:17 PM): dont get fucked up&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:25:23 PM): ...what?&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:25:32 PM): dont get emo now.. and if you do, follow my steps. its okay!&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:25:54 PM): what, go freak out, take some crazy pills that don't work and call my friend a horrible person?&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:25:56 PM): Byyye bitch. god hates you. go die.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:26:01 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:26:03 PM): cunt&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:26:09 PM): Nooo dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:26:18 PM): you come out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:26:20 PM): being a bitch&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:26:33 PM): hoenstly. what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:26:47 PM): im gonna fuck up up dogg  have more respect bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:26:56 PM): respect/&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:26:59 PM): you havebit plar why cant i pretend that i have it?&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:27:01 PM): your one to talk about respect&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:27:10 PM): hmm, oh wait, your not Tina&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:27:14 PM): cunt lets grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:28:20 PM): Ohh yes i am. I hate you dude, go choke to death. you fuckig asshole, you dont desreve to live you fucking... Fagot go fuck some guys cuz you cant get any girls you lame ass.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:28:36 PM): *faggot.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:28:46 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:28:54 PM): you have been quoted&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:28:58 PM): Ahahahah! you stupid fuc&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:29:06 PM): get this part&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:29:08 PM): I don't care&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:29:15 PM): yeah  go POST IT IN YOU L/j!!!!! stupid fuck.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:29:24 PM): AHAHAH your cool . you fucking nerd.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:29:31 PM): ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:29:35 PM): your a fucking dumb ass&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:29:48 PM): your never going to do anything in life&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:29:52 PM): No no. not dumb. Just drunk.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:29:55 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:29:58 PM): Yeah right. you'll see /&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:29:59 PM): you are preety fuckign stupid&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:30:07 PM): yeah, you will show me&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:30:11 PM): just like you showed everyone else&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:30:15 PM): oh wait.. you didn;t&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:30:20 PM): beacuse you ARE a failure&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:30:26 PM): No. Just because you didnt knwo me, doesnt mean that you can call me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:30:50 PM): oh right, I forgot I didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:30:51 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:30:58 PM): then who the fuck hung around so much&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:31:07 PM): oh wait, your going to pull out the I was stalking you shit&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:31:12 PM): look i know were u live im coming over ur done&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:31:15 PM): or was that a diffrent personality&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:31:19 PM): DIIIIIE.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:31:22 PM): what are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:31:22 PM): Fucker!&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:31:26 PM): come over here and what?&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:31:34 PM): wreck my car?&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:31:37 PM): get sent to jail&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:31:38 PM): get sued/&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:31:49 PM): oh wait, you dont fuck anyone but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:31:56 PM): Ohhh. you faggot.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:31:59 PM): welcome to the real fucking world you delusional little bitch&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:32:14 PM): Ohh, welcome to life everyone hates you.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:32:22 PM): oh well&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:32:22 PM): Stupid douche.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:32:28 PM): alright&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:32:30 PM): Hahah, go kill yourself Now.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:32:34 PM): well, I will talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:32:37 PM): please&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:32:48 PM): Hey Mike. This is Holly.&lt;br /&gt;Whats up?&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:32:53 PM): not much&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:32:57 PM): how drunk is she?&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:33:12 PM): Not very, as a matter of fucking fact.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:33:35 PM): ah... so she just hates me randomly, but keeps messaging me&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:34:04 PM): And I think that maybe before you start calling her names, you should take a fucking look at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:34:26 PM): I have&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:34:31 PM): and I still think she is wrong&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:34:47 PM): She may have a lot of things wrong, but she's got a fucking life. She's not a peice of shit loser who's in college living with his mom, obsessed with the computer and PS2&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:35:02 PM): wow, beacuse you know me so well&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:35:26 PM): I know you well enough to notice that you're obsessed with that shit.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:35:31 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:36:10 PM): But yeah, I just wanted to say you're a fat fuck, and that the closest thing you'll get to pussy is yourself. I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:36:17 PM): k&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:36:20 PM): bye bitches&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:36:23 PM): See ya, go kill yourself, lard ass.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:36:29 PM): ...your oh so smart&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:36:31 PM): please go die&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:36:46 PM): haaaaaqa&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:36:53 PM): faggot&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:36:56 PM): FATTY&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:37:00 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:37:04 PM): FATTY MC FATFUCKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:37:06 PM): and why did you two decide to come at me?&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty signed on at 10:37:40 PM.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:38:16 PM): was it boredom?&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:38:29 PM): I did nothing, you just randomly decided that I wasn't a friend&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:38:32 PM): and attacked&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:38:41 PM): then got pissed that I want you to go fuck off&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:40:59 PM): DUDE, COME TO PIZZA HUT, I CAN GIVE YOU A LARGE PIZZA 20 PERCENT OFF&lt;br /&gt;THAT'LL SAVE YOU A LOT OF MONEY, FATTYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:41:14 PM): ..what?&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:41:18 PM): ohh&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:41:22 PM): yEAAAHH BLOCK ME AAGIN BITCH BECAUSE YOU CAN TAKE ANYTHING FFROM ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:41:24 PM): your making a joke that I am fat&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:41:29 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:41:31 PM): YOU LITTLE BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:41:38 PM): GOT EAT TILL YOU GET HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:41:51 PM): bYYYE BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:41:51 PM): ... I am pretty good right now&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:42:34 PM): so, I guess your attempt to make yourselves feel better kinda failed&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:43:40 PM): Shut the fuck up. dont talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:43:49 PM): IM done syaing everything i needed to say.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:43:56 PM): what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:43:59 PM): just all i have to say is take my advice.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:44:00 PM): you fucking talked to me first&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:44:11 PM): SO YOUR TURN TO LISTEN YOU FUCKING CUNT&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:44:12 PM): I knwo, i wanted to make you life easyer.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:44:14 PM): shut up&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:44:23 PM): and quit thinking your so fucking hardcore&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:44:27 PM): So just shut the fuck up, and kill yourself right now.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:44:27 PM): that your oh ms. perfect&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:44:30 PM): your full of shit&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:44:33 PM): it seeps out&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:44:33 PM): Ohh you know it,.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:44:36 PM): yeah, I do&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:44:42 PM): Your fucking lame shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:44:47 PM): I know you, weather you want to realize it or not&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:44:54 PM): Go play yor little games to make yourself happy.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:45:24 PM): weather&gt; you stuipid fuck its whether. and im DRUNK.. hahaha your fucking stupid, and you think your all smart and shit, your not.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:45:32 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:45:32 PM): Just shut up right now. you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:45:38 PM): and I managed to pass all my classes?&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:45:46 PM): while you can't even do shit&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:46:04 PM): so i dindt try thats another thing. YEAAHH . fucker.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:46:13 PM): sure&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:46:18 PM): thought yu said you did last time&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:46:23 PM): You dont even know what im capable of doing,&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:46:27 PM): I remeber you complaining about trying and failing&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:46:32 PM): you think you know me, you dont know SHIT about me.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:46:35 PM): is that a threat/&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:46:39 PM): blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:46:43 PM): you talk in cliches&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:46:48 PM): how about you do something&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:46:58 PM): and quit saying 'ya'll don't know me'&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:47:51 PM): Yeah, well now that i turned to god, i have a better life, better then what your life will be. you stupid fuck YOUR the falirue. your going to hell, or you'll justfinnaly get what im saying and keil yourself, when no one likes you because your so lame you'll finnaly know what im saying.. but your to stupid. to get anything. You keep thinking you knwo what life is about but YOUR the failure.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:49:15 PM): I at least know what i want.. and i knwo that i can do better in life then depending on other people. liek you lame ass. oh wait, im telling you things you sould do. but your a fucking jew i forgot. go kill yourself liek all thejews sould you dont deserve to live.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:49:34 PM): .... Just you suck thats the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:49:44 PM): ha&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:49:45 PM): bye no one likes you.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:49:47 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:49:48 PM): right&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:49:49 PM): bye&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:49:58 PM): I would say have a good life&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:50:02 PM): but I think it won't happen&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:50:03 PM): so bye&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:50:28 PM): oh, you dont even know. You dont know shit. Other then, being mean to people, so i sould just be mean back...&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:50:45 PM): your the one who was mean to start with&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:50:48 PM): so quit with your shit&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:51:15 PM): fuckin get some pill sto make your life easyer, you fuckin insane prick. no oe likes you and just uses you but your to stupid to relaixe it. hahaha. you have no common sense what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:51:22 PM): get pills&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:51:23 PM): like oyu?&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:51:25 PM): *you&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:51:28 PM): you love the pills&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:51:29 PM): anyway&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:51:30 PM): bye&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (10:51:36 PM): ^last thing said&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:51:51 PM): Yes of course i do. I love them, they help me biut you dont WANT help. and you need it.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:52:37 PM): just liek your insaNE MOM. YOUR FUCKING CRAZY. GET HLEP/. OR MORE PEOPLE WONT LIKE YOU. I WAS BEING NICE TO YOU, YOU HAD TO BE A DICK, SO I'LL BE A FUCKING BITCH. I DONT TAKE SHIT FROM ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:53:39 PM): SERIOUSLY. GET ALL EMO, AND YOUR FUCKING DESPRETE FOR EVERYONE, YOU JUST USE PEOPLE FOR, I DONT KNOW WHAT? ROTT IN HELL MAN. tHATS WHERE YOUR GOING. ITS NOT ABOUT USING PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:54:00 PM): FUCKING CREEP. GO RAPE SOMEONE ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:54:17 PM): THATS WHAT YOU WANT YOU DESPRAITE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:54:38 PM): :-)&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:54:54 PM): i FUCKING HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:55:30 PM): I GLAD YOUR OUT OF MY LIFE, YOU JUST PUT NEGATIVE THIGN IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:55:39 PM): CABT YOU SEE THAT IM HAPYP NOW THAT YOUR OUT OF MY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:55:48 PM): CUZ YOU HATE EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:56:39 PM): iM JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU AND TRYED TO BE NICE TO YOU, BUT NO.. YOU HAD TO BE A DICK BECAUSE YOU TAKE EVERYTHING OUT ON TOHER PEOPLE, BECAUSE YOU HATE YOUR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:57:22 PM): iM  RWALLY NOT A MEAN GIRL BUT IF YOU WANT A MEAN GIRL, YOU SURE OF HELL SEEN IT.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:57:26 PM): yOUR LOSS.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:57:37 PM): AND YOUR GOING TO LOOSE ALOT OF THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:57:43 PM): ... YOU'LL SEE.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (10:58:59 PM): bYE.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (11:00:22 PM): Nad ijm sorry if i was being really mean, i was just fed up with everything you did,. It wasnt just me talking.&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty (11:00:57 PM): But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;d3adended (11:02:38 PM): too fucking late, I don't care, and shit, I just broke my last thing said.  Agan... good fucking bye.  When you come crying to me for help again, remeber, that it won't be there, you won't have a friend here.  You fucking blew it as a friend, you failed.  You can't take it back, you can't take anything back, you can't go backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-fucking-bye&lt;br /&gt;LeadMetoBeaUty signed off at 11:02:42 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;that&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19714155-113919823687746157?l=d3adend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/feeds/113919823687746157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19714155&amp;postID=113919823687746157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/113919823687746157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/113919823687746157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/2006/02/convo-with-friend.html' title='A convo with a &apos;friend&apos;'/><author><name>D3adend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578819004869217629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19714155.post-113411639874871274</id><published>2005-12-09T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:19:58.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Questions</title><content type='html'>The blog is back, not like anyone cares, but it lives again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a simple piece of advice for everyone.  While at a store, check the box first before asking questions.  Questions such as "Does the iDog NEED an iPod?"  No, it does not, how do I know this?  Because I am super-special magic store worker!  No!  I read the big fucking letters that said it does not need an ipod, same with the Iz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it need batteries?  Check the fucking box!  If you ask me to tell you the details of a product, I will just grab the item, hold it up and read the label!  What the hell!  It's a childrens toy!  Not a new car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19714155-113411639874871274?l=d3adend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/feeds/113411639874871274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19714155&amp;postID=113411639874871274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/113411639874871274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19714155/posts/default/113411639874871274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3adend.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-questions.html' title='I hate Questions'/><author><name>D3adend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578819004869217629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
