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Dedreick Barzan – Craigslist Post

I have recently learned that Dedreick Barzan has double crossed you in one of his many corporate takeovers. In my long bid to unseat him from the CEOship of Beldyne Enterprises, i thought i was alone, and i certainly never thought I’d be sitting down to dinner with the likes of you. You’re rich, born rich, had everything. You are everything i despise, me, coming from a certain side of the tracks, let’s just say, a wrong side. THe very wrong side of the tracks. My father was laid off at the plant by people like you, and you can BET i carry a grudge.

So why are we going to be friends? Like I say, you have been double crossed, and now my quest is your quest. We both want to see Dedreick Barzan unseated. I have the experience, and you have the contacts.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, so they say, so i guess we’re already friends. If you are out there and recognize that I am talking about YOu in particular, then please reply to me. I’ll be waiting by the Oak Tree were Sandra left me, saying that my obsession with revenge was taking over my life, that the rich bastards get away with murder in this world and i had to accept that. I still loved her, even as I left her, and now i come back her to relive her diatribe and remind myself that i made the right choice. Except the one time I will eventually return here while it is raining. At that point i am likely to cry and scream “WHYYYYY!?”. But that’s the future.

For now, let’s be pals!

I have recently learned that Dedreick Barzan has double crossed you in one of his many corporate takeovers. In my long bid to unseat him from the CEOship of Beldyne Enterprises, i thought i was alone, and i certainly never thought I’d be sitting down to dinner with the likes of you. You’re rich, born rich, had everything. You are everything i despise, me, coming from a certain side of the tracks, let’s just say, a wrong side. THe very wrong side of the tracks. My father was laid off at the plant by people like you, and you can BET i carry a grudge.

So why are we going to be friends? Like I say, you have been double crossed, and now my quest is your quest. We both want to see Dedreick Barzan unseated. I’m good with computers, and you’re a 3rd level master of creating hollywood special effects out of whatever happens to be at hand when the sh*t hits the fan.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, so they say, so i guess we’re already friends. If you are out there and recognize that I am talking about YOu in particular, then please reply to me. I’ll be waiting by the Oak Tree were Sandra left me, saying that my obsession with revenge was taking over my life, that the rich bastards get away with murder in this world and i had to accept that. I still loved her, even as I left her, and now i come back her to relive her diatribe and remind myself that i made the right choice. Except the one time I will eventually return here while it is raining. At that point i am likely to cry and scream “WHYYYYY!?”. But that’s the future.

For now, let’s be pals!

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Old craigslist posts

I used to post on craigslist a lot when i first discovered it. Here are some of my favourite posts.

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Peter Serafinowicz fan art.

Peter Serafinowicz fan art.

A little fan art for my chodfather.

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UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNG

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Morning Jokes

I’ll try to write jokes every morning.

Here are the morning jokes.  I wrote them on twitter i guess…

“What’s hope?” asked the boy. I didn’t know what to tell him, or what to kisstell to him. So, yes, it was just frenching, officer.

I may be the @Anamanaguchi of Canada. Then again, I may be the Curtain Miser of Mount Drapes. You’ll have to wink at my blinkport to know.

@stephenfry I got a new job typing out audiobooks for deaf people. I also set up a charity to congratulate me with sentient smiles.

“I like this movie” I sang. “SHUT UP” said the audience. But songtruth can not be silenced by talktruth.

Winter is the cruellest month. No wait. Her name was April. And it wasn’t month. Or Cruel. Or April. Susan was the shortest Chef.

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Daily Video

Here’s the video fo the day.

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YouTube Direct Style  The LIbrary

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Test video

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Sex verb

If someone ever uses sex as a verb to you, run. There are only two options in this scenario. 1) (thick Appalachian accent) I gon’ sex yew. 2) (this 1990s pop accent with massive drum samples and FM basslines) I wanna sex you up! (strange dance moves).

It’s either going to be a rape, or a song. In either case, it’s going to come from Color me Badd.

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Improvised Novel

Transcript form #8BC

<infradead> old school
<PDF_Laptop> well, the cheques i got when i signed up didnt’ have any number, you hdad to write it in.. this would be about.. 2008?
<PDF_Laptop> then a couple weeks later, a book of cheques arrived in the mail
<PDF_Laptop> with a note
<rhinostrich> cheques. :x
<infradead> i didn’t say they were mine..  they’re from some bank that probablys  been gone for yeas.
<PDF_Laptop> written in a script i could easily identify as that of doctor mabruk
<PDF_Laptop> but it was impossible
<PDF_Laptop> he was dead
<PDF_Laptop> needless to say, i brought the cheques to Leiutennant O’Reilly at 4 division immediately
<PDF_Laptop> he insisted we send them to the yard, but.. i wasn’t so sure.
<infradead> O’Reilly’s a good chap
<PDF_Laptop> if Mabruk wasn’t dead, and if he was back in London, then he would certainly have someone at he Yard keeping an eye out..
<infradead> he helped me when my cat went missing
<PDF_Laptop> no, it was better keep this between s, keep our eyes open, and see what came of it.
<PDF_Laptop> Chapter 2: Mabruk’s return.
<infradead> ay ya ya…  that Marburk affair was a mess
<PDF_Laptop> oSome weeks passed before i heard the name Mabruk again.  I had even begun sleeping easy, assuming that the book of custom sailboat cheques from the Bank of England were merely preordered, sent before Mabruk’s explosive failure on the Commuter Zeppelin from prague.
<PDF_Laptop> However, my ease and peace of mind was to be impinged upon by the cold vice of reality.
<PDF_Laptop> a Knock came at my study door
<PDF_Laptop> “Yum yum” i said, as though i was tasting something.
<PDF_Laptop> no reply
<PDF_Laptop> “I said… YUM YUM”
<infradead> <3
<PDF_Laptop> a cautious head poked through an increasingly ajar doorway.
<PDF_Laptop> “Did you say i could come in?”
<PDF_Laptop> “What else does yum yum mean?”
<PDF_Laptop> I didnt’ recognize him.  He was wearing a mask.  That was probably why.  Still.  He didn’t have any of the arms i usually associated with the human frame
<PDF_Laptop> THough, he did have all the legs, and then some.
<PDF_Laptop> “Many legs today, eh?”
–> Dream_Soda (chatzilla@bas2-montreal45-1177828532.dsl.bell.ca) has joined #8bc
<PDF_Laptop> he looked down at all those legs. “Oh.. yeas.. i’ve got quite a few i guess.  Look, are you Professor DeBrynn?  If so, i’ve got a lot more legs than you, and i wanted to tell you that, face to face.”
<tristendo> peace all
<PDF_Laptop> Chapter 3: Whither legs.
<PDF_Laptop> TBC

enjoy the beginning of my new Prof. DeBrynn mystery, Many Leggs, Many Mabruks.

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