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The day that Ryan resurfaced…

Sweet butterscotch Magillicuddys… Ryan Macullaflulla, alternatively known as Evil Ryan just fulfilled the prophecy I layed out in 2003. (see previous posts here: – theres about 10 more, plus like 13 in the RTV section, but they’re on a different database that wont be on the site till the new format is completed and all the old archives are merged into the new richardland 3.0 coming in 2010).

Quick recap: in the summer of 2001 i started a romance with the vapid skank in princess’s clothing seen here: http://rtv.richardland.com/archives/tag/slutty-alice. Fast forward to spring of 2003, and my most trusted buddy and bestest friend Ryan is fucking her while I think she’s “with her mom looking at colleges” for the weekend. turned out that “her mom” was really my former best friend and most loyal lacky, Femanine Mikey and the “colleges” she was looking at was Ryans dick. I know – funny, right? Well its the only time outside of watching Extreme Makeover Home Edition that I’ve cried in the past 10 years, so fuck those guys.

Oddly though, I predicted the following in this post on richardland shortly after the incident in 2003:

Actually, as weird as it sounds – if i could see a future friendship with any of these assholes coming about it would be, ironically, Ryan… the guy who fucked my girlfriend. While sluthole Alice and faggetine Mikey will no doubt pull the bullshit “i’m sorry” song and dance within coming years – or WORSE – the “hey bro, whats up? lol. how ya been man??” horseshit that hopes time will have clouded my steel trap memory – i could see Ryan pulling it off with a tinge of naive sincerity.

Ryan may have been the grand wizardHitler who orchestrated this Final Solution to wipe out richardland, but he was also the only one to show remorse and make a small penance.

Read the rest of that post from 03 for the details – and in retrospect, while “wizardHitler” is a funny line, a more historically astute Nazi analogy would have been Eichmann, but I was only in the base level stages of my holocaust obsession back then.
And true to form: both slutty alice and fem Mikey did in fact come groveling multiple times over the years and were very harshly shown the door. I chronicled Mikey’s bullshit on here, but I didnt bother with the slut cuz she’s so one-dimensionally vapid that she’s not interesting even via insult comedy, unlike Mikey who is like a sitcom in his hapless adventures at sucking at life.

Tonight when I got home from dinner at BoneDaddys (its like a southern Hooters except the food is better and the girls are prettier, and not moms) I open my Facebook mail and see… gasp… a message from Ryan. saying? exactly, what, i, fucking, predicted… He just politely said hello and gave some good wishes and thats it. just a nice little check-in and how-do-ya-do.

fuck.

idk how the fuck to respond to this shit… I already went through an Evil Ryan flipout just a week and a half ago and its actually a funny story. I would have blogged about it but Ryan was such ancient news that i didnt think it had much entertainment value beyond me, but now that he’s back, you’ll all appreciate this: so a little under 2 weeks ago, I’m in Hollywood at an agency rep’s office and he comes in, hands me a Vitamin water and a portfolio from a recent shoot that I was in and says to flip through it and we’ll talk about stuff in a minute when he gets back. so I pop open my fruit punch V-wat and turn to the page with me in it and – shocker – im fkkin gorgeous. its like, chah – whoah. so eagerly, naturally assuming another shot of me will be on the next page, i flip and — OH MY FUCKING GAWD, ITS EVIL RYAN!!!1 … or at least I think… I was positive this dude was Evil Ryan… and right there I go into game mode: im searching my mental files for all the data on this douche, im pacing, im pulling out a chalkboard and drawing strategies, im playing a remix of “Kill the Beast” from Beauty and the Beast and dropping in lines like when Frollo in Disneys Hunchback of Notre Dame is about to deliver his death blow and goes “and he shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit!”

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Everything was ALL SYSTEMS GO – THIS IS NOT A DRILL. this was the moment i’ve been training for – one of them anyway. an arch nemesis is IN california IN my field! operation destruction starts NO— oh, nevermind cuz it wasn’t him… it soooooooo looked like him though. you cant fully appreciate it cuz there are so many posts tagged with him that are still offline for the next few weeks while the database changes, but when they come back online and you can see the pictures and video, you will look at this and go “OMG!”:

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But back to the present situation: here I am with an open Facebook message and while i dont respect this guy – i dont hate him. so while i wanna bust out a one line reality stomped along the lines of “we are not friends. we are not friendly” (awesome, right?) – i would feel bad. justice only works when its deserved and in this case, being harsh in response would be just cruel and while i can be mean and vicious, i’ll never be unjustly cruel. Search the Feminine Mikey archives and you’ll see that that little bitch asks for an emotionally devastating reply in every single god damned response from beginning to end – but Ryan didn’t in this case… he did exactly as I thought he might, and i even noted in 2003 that it would probably be genuine.

Ryan was the 2nd best friend to destroy a social network by banging my girlfriend, and I recently rejoined and re-friended the first, so it would be really awesome to be on good terms with the 2 dudes who betrayed me, while remaining enemies with the former friends who had taken sides with the betrayer at the time. its so poetic and kick ass in the dichotomy of what you’d expect. but… meh. It’s midnight and im going to go to bed. I think i’ll just send a short reply and delete this message. maybe link to this blog and let him be like “huh?…” and just delete it himself out of apathy. ya… i think that…

g’nite kiddies.

ps: see what little previous Evil Ryan content is available (i went in and activated a few relevant ones to add context to this) until we get all tag pages back to normal (but improved!) –

http://blog.richardland.com/archives/tag/evil-ryan

More on the friend-end: will they ever come back?…

But really, there’s no reason it HAS to be war forever…right? well, no, but thats the likelihood. cuz see, what will happen is that theyll fail at life in various forms, remember how awesome a friend i was and want back in or at least feel regrets. the mistake will come in their thinking that this selfish regret is sufficient for forgiveness when instead ill just have to add more notches on their permanent record. fuck that.

Like Jesus, there are no time limits on my forgiveness, but also like Jesus, you’ve gotta fkking repent for your god damn crimes. there’s no “hey, my bad” and then its all cool. if you wrong me, you make up for it. if you wanna be friends after that then you not only make up for the crime but also the time….the time that has fucking passed between now and when you pulled your bullshit. thats the rule. i have to respect my friends and theres nothing respectable about some douchebag that thinks “hey bro, im real surry bout that stuff mayn” is sufficient reparations for significant crimes against nature.

Actually, as weird as it sounds – if i could see a future friendship with any of these assholes coming about it would be, ironically, Ryan… the guy who fucked my girlfriend. While sluthole Alice and faggetine Mikey will no doubt pull the bullshit “i’m sorry” song and dance within coming years – or WORSE – the “hey bro, whats up? lol. how ya been man??” horseshit that hopes time will have clouded my steel trap memory – i could see Ryan pulling it off with a tinge of naive sincerity.

Ryan may have been the grand wizardHitler who orchestrated this Final Solution to wipe out richardland, but he was also the only one to show remorse and make a small penance. Nick didn’t care, Mikey was all “hey man, whatever. i’m movin up and awwn in life withoutch ya’s” (fag), and the slut girlfriend was whining at me that i “have to be okay” with her being in a relationship with Ryan now because “i’m gonna do what i want”. ya bitch? and i’m gonna do what *I* want, and that doesnt involve endorsing your little Guenevere/Lancelot kingdom ending whorefest. Ryan however, manned up and called me to talk as long as I wanted, answered all my questions truthfully and when I said “you’ve gotta be fukkin kidding me” in response to the prospect of these two little lovebirds producing a relationship, he said okay and ended things with the bitch that night…. Even when you’re the victim you had to admit that he was being a stand-up guy after being a twofaced evil scum sucking guy. he even returned her jacket she left at his dorm to *me* (left it on my doorstep, rang the doorbell and left to avoid confrontation) instead of her so as to honor his vow to have no more contact with her. I was impressed… and even though I heartily dislike him, I heartily dislike him the least out of all the others…

So could he actually make a comeback? well, conceivably, any of them – even the whore – “could”. but a “hey, wanna b frenz again?” instant message on a thurseday night 4 years down the line aint gonna do it, and unfortunately when people make these kinds of decisions, they usually dont come back from them in full force.. just half assed pussybullshit regret…

who knows though. im rooting for all of them… i really am.

A sad end to an era…

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:


(UPDATE: .wmv embed replaced with Youtube embed)

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.

Ryan wins the battle. won’t win the war…

Back in December when I found out Ryan was flirting with my girlfriend via e-mail after she ratted him out to me, my contact with him kindov diminished. Little did I know that his contact with said girlfriend didn’t.

Long story short: they lied, they made the sex, they played me like a board game basically. and not a hard and convoluted one that requires strategy like Monopoly – they played me like Candyland. and the candy was my gf’s vag. or like Shoots and Ladders and the shoots were her slutty pants going down and the latter was – or is it Snakes and Ladders? cuz then the snake could be Ryans penis and the ladder could be the rungs of moral decay she descended.

Despite my hilariously on-point metaphor filled rhetoric however, this was a blow that came with a force of a million “aaww…dude”s…

Not gonna sugar coat it. There was shock and pain involved.
Actually, the reaction to the news went embarrassingly similar to this:

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The full story went like this…

[EDITORS NOTE: full story has been redacted indefinitely due to it being just too pathetic. It has been saved to an MS Word document and may be restored at some point in the future…]