Looks like Mr. Rory “I’m So Cool, Funny, and “micro”Soft.” Blyth has called me out.
“I’d make you one of my posse, but you’re not sinister enough.”
I see how it is… Somehow eating food stacked with preservatives and penis shrinking dyes somehow makes you more sinister than packing heat, Nintendo HEAT (original SILVER model).
It’s ok, I understand where this is going Rory… you try to make peace with me, offering me a chance to “make the night sky shed tears”, enticing me with “let’s make my phone do cool things other than make phone calls, like surf the web with some lame ass browser”… yet all along you want someone to make you a “Rory Blyth Has a Posse” teeshirt.
You aren’t getting one… it’s not going to be the stars in the night sky that are shedding tears tonight in their bed, cuddled up against their little stuffed mircobes, watching The Notebook, crying as Allie’s cruel mother bashes Ryan because he only makes $0.35 a day at the mill…. now there’s your villain.
What you do to Ewok’s comes right back at you two fold. I’m not going to be suprised when you wake up one morning… tracks of those crazy MVPs across your “stylish” flat in Seattle… with Bantha fodder smeared all over your cheesy-poof covered ass, wrapped in opaque green saran wrap and the Ewok being rescued.
If anyone is thinking of taking his side… just be careful, I think he has the limited edition Herpes microbe.
Can't we all just get along!
and when you're dealing with psycho, microsoft sinister evils... you have to take drastic measures.
Melanie - I don't want you to get involved, it's a very dangerous situation and I was only trying to push you away...
If anything, you've only limited the time that filthy ewok has left on this wretched planet.
The Microsoft Crusader Division will *not* be stopped (except long enough to eat some cheezee-poofs at you).
- Steve