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December 27, 2006

Fuck You Very Much

Dear "You Know Who You Are",


Let me first say- Kiss my ass and fuck you. Now that we have cleared up the general tenor of this rant, I will go into more specific details.

Having put up with your ever increasing bullshit, I must say, I am not sorry for what I said to you. Every word was the truth. You do need to treat your peers like grown ups, and human beings with feelings. You are capable of hurting people's feelings. So I have zero regrets about how I responded to your bullshit comment. What I do feel bad about is your lovely wife. I apologize to her, that her feelings got hurt in the fall out. As you have seen fit to completely isolate her socially from me, I won't be able to pass along my regards. I am sure you did that because you are a selfish insecure little prick... God forbid she talk with me and find out that this was all YOUR doing because you felt the need to open your prickish little mouth, again, and say something stupid, again. I am quite sure you closed the IM, and spun up some bullshit about how I was being a bitch and told her not to come over. I don't suppose you had the integrity to tell her you pissed me off royally, and got y'all uninvited. Lie all you want- Karma will get your ass, mother fucker. So, go ahead, and cut her off from me. You certainly don't want her finding out what a lying piece of shit you are, and being told you gamble the meager salary you make online for money. Good call. I am just that spiteful.

As for you and your fucked up view of the world. In all the time we have known you- you have 2 levels of conversation, and 2 topics. There is the big boy talk- where you try to be funny or talk shit. You are not very good at it. Then we always can count on the fall back to the fifth grader attitude in which you deal with most everyone you meet. You are on your way to 30 years old. Time to grow up, shitface. There really IS more to life than what you saw on TV, or what movie you watched. Perhaps if you spent more time with people instead of that one-eyed mind fucker TV set, you might be capable of more intelligent conversation.

Of course by that, I do not mean spend every other waking moment thinking about, playing, or setting up poker games. I have a news flash for you- people who are not compulsive gamblers do not need to gamble to have a good time. When people who are not addicted to gambling play cards, they do so to have fun... a few laughs... They are not in it for a thrill or for the money. Playing with some stoic shit who thinks he is going for the million is not fun. Sitting at a table for three hours with some peckerhead who takes the game and himself too seriously is un-fun. (Especially when said peckerhead has the sense of humor and maturity level of a 5th grader.) Ready for the news flash? You are a text book case of addiction. YOU have a gambling problem. I have pamphlets from working in the casinos. I can give you a few. Get help, son.

You can fuck right off for the bit about "Zero Fun" because we weren't playing cards. I don't need to take nor give my friends money to have a good time. I don't even need to get fucked up. That's what friends are... fun to hang out with. You missed out on a really good time. Not that I care- but you fucked your wife over doing it. There is more to social gatherings than poker games and beer. Oh and as for the drinking thing- you don't have the sack for drinking anyways- I don't know why you encourage it in others. If you want to come over and drink- then drink... stop being a big pussy... saying you are gonna get fucked up, and then nursing a miller-lite for 2 hours. Just say you aren't drinking, sissy boy. This isn't a high school party- we are not going to pressure you, or think you're uncool for staying sober. We will think you're a fucktard for talking big shit all week about getting drunk then coming over to watch us drink like it's a spectator sport.

If playing poker is the only reason you ever wanted to be over here, if we are boring other wise- than good fucking riddance to your pudgy ass. Gee, I am oh-so-disappointed that you won't be around to fucking annoy me, hurt my kids feelings, talk shit, and bore the fuck out of everyone in ear shot with your never-ending drone about what T.V. show was great. Seriously- T.V. is fine- but it's fucking TV. WE REALLY DON'T CARE AS MUCH AS WE PRETEND TO. When people are trying to change the subject, or seem to start "nodding and smiling" the thing to do would be stop talking about TV shows- not find a different show to fit the new conversation the grown ups are having, just so you have something to say.

Hats off to you on removing me from your AIM, and your XBox list. (Let's see how long it takes your juvenile attitude to get you banned from Live for being a prick.) Do me a favor and don't try to make nice with my husband at work. Unlike you- I won't put my spouse in a bad situation in the middle. You may confront me directly, should you ever grow a pair and a sack to hold them in. But this is between you and me, buster, leave K2 out of it, or I will get in your face.

Get a life, asshole. Get a life and Grow up... do it for the sake of your wife and kids.

Posted by TheFreud at December 27, 2006 12:25 PM

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If this is wednesday, I can't wait to see what awaits us on FOAD Thursday.

Hang in there Freud!

Posted by: vajrabelle at December 27, 2006 5:38 PM

Oh damn, I forgot about FOAD Thursday. Got more?
He sounds like a complete prick. I hope you & your friend get to talk despite him. I hate weak men like that, it's almost like he'll pick a fight with a woman, but not with a man. Fucker.

Posted by: jane at December 28, 2006 12:33 AM

Jane I seriously hope he has the nuts to pick a real fight with me... face to face and all. This is one of those things that has been building- and his latest stunt was what pushed me over the edge. I hope his dick rots and falls off so he is no longer able to procreate.

Posted by: MsF at December 28, 2006 11:44 AM

Clearly you haven't enjoyed my company from the beginning. Which is strange to me since we've all been hanging out for the better part of a year now.

What I said on xmas day was sarcastic, and I'm sure you knew that. You took it anyways as ammo to get rid of me which is fine. If you don't like me, then you don't like me. I wish you had said something sooner or said something to K2 so that I wouldn't have put any stock into our friendship, for that I am sad. I've always enjoyed your company and would like to have continued doing so.
Now you've shown your true feelings for me which makes me wonder if all those times we had conversations if you were really just boiling beneath the surface. K2 is my closest friend here, and it appears I'm no longer allowed to talk to him anymore, which I'm hoping he won't have to explain to anyone at work, as a result of which will cause some confusion amongst our co-workers.
As for me blocking your IM's and taking you off buddy lists, I did that in order to not make the situation worse by Heather saying what she really thought about what happened. She knows what I said, she read it. She was pissed because she spent half her christmas morning making four different types of desserts for our get together. And you're right she is lovely, but I didn't shelter her from you, she sheltered herself from you. Frankly you made her feel uncomfortable. You also told her to her face that she was more fun when she drank. And I defended YOU when she told me it upset her, can you believe that?
I feel bad for JPatt because I set him up. He said he didn't want to take sides, so I told him that's how I felt to actually see if he was taking sides and he told you, so that tells me he was. I shouldn't have done that to him, but now I know how you really feel about me which is fine, I really don't want to be friends with someone I annoy. If I don't like someone, I typically don't break bread with them and invite them into my home. I guess I got the wrong impression when we played cards every two weeks that you enjoyed the activity, I guess that one just went over my head.
As for saying I was going to drink and then not doing it, I have a stomach problem, I can't drink beer, that's why you have pictures of me drinking the foo-foo drinks with you.
All in all I enjoyed hanging out with you this past year, and I'm sad that it can't continue. Despite what you may think, I really enjoyed your company and I'm not mad or upset at how this unfolded, apparently this is something that was going to happen anyway. I can't really help how you feel about me so there's no point in trying to convince you otherwise. Hope you had a good xmas and hope you have a good new year.

Posted by: Allan Shore at December 30, 2006 12:42 AM

Wow, I don't even know you and I'm just amazed by your level of read comprehension. Nowhere did I see, "And don't talk to my husband, either!"
I did see a "Don't take your issues with me out on my husband." Which is quite a difference.

Posted by: Psychobabble at January 1, 2007 5:37 PM

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