Still in the aftermath of Nick and Feminine Mikey betraying me to help my girlfriend lie her way into sneaking off to Ryans college for the weekend for drinking and sexing
The real downer here is less so much that another disease ridden skank i saw potential in turned out to be just an empty vesseled loser slutbag with no soul, but more so that…
dude… Ryan is gone for good now…
dude… Mikey really jumped ship there…
dude… Wheeler and Bussey outlasted Ryan and Mikey…
dude…….. 🙁
I may not be a good liar when it comes to other people but when its myself, i’m friggin awesome at it and my richardland doubles of these people were pretty much the opposite of their current states.
richardland Alice: flawed but resilient
REAL Alice: slutty skank
richardland Ryan: most dependable partner in crime
REAL Ryan: most back-stabbiest criminal in partners
richardland Mikey: loyal to Richard no matter what
REAL Mikey: Richard who? fuck that guy
richardland Nick: just kinda follows the crowd
REAL Nick: …well, that ones pretty much the same, but still – the others are big disappointments…
Like, when Ryan was just trying to fuck my girlfriend through emails and not actually thrusting his beer boner past the 900 other inscriptions of “so-and-so Was Here” markings on her vaginal walls, it was easy to brush off and chalk us up to still probably rejoining in the future and living life like we were supposed to…
The plan behind cultivating this group of friends was entirely to build life-long friendships. it might sound stupid to hear someone say thats what they had in mind when they were making high-school associates, but i’m not ashamed of it. I created this group of friends from scratch, pulling together hand picked models representing a distinct walk of life on purpose, and I wanted these to be my guys. my entourage when i’m a movie star. my buddies that come sailing with me in the Greecian islands on holiday when i’m a billionaire. my confidants when my presidential administration is accused of misconduct with an intern — THIS was it… and now thats gone. these shmucks are my enemies now. they’re on… the list…
I wanted to love these little douchebags, but instead… well, i’ll let the Phantom of the Opera say it for me in a creepier but more melodic fashion:
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Well… its on fuckers… this elephant doesn’t forget, and revenge is a dish best served cold. Know what that phrase means? It means that the revenge is hot and fresh out of the oven right now… im gonna put that shit on the window sill to cool off. its gonna sit. grow some mold. fester and decay. probably ferment a little as it rots. then, years and years down the line – OH, looggit that… a shitstorm caused by an old friend that you decided to fuck over. nothing violent or godforbid, illegal – dont insult me with such pettiness. just good old fashioned icy cold justice, straight up.