Jolt Country

Probably no single arch-enemy. Rogue's Gallery as follows:

o The Wag from the Yes Concert. First time I have ever been speechless. Da King, the REAL Man, some girl that was all over TRM and myself went to see Yes in concert in around 90 or 91. Whenever the "Union" tour was. After the concert we walked back to the car and someone yelled out, "Y'ALL REMEMBER HALL AND OATES NEXT WEEK! AH-HAHAHAHHA!" to me. H&O were playing the next week, but how the wag knew that I was a fan of theirs... I'm still trying to figure that out.

o Humberto Roque. Da King, Farsase, Farsase's Little Brother and I were attacked by this man after the Amerks took an early game in the Calder Cup Finals in... oh, around 1991 or so. Da King pressed charges (Assault, Third Degree. He hoped they would give him the chair) for all of us.

o Tony Baechler. I used a bit too much prophanity (sic) that one time.

o Souffle of Pain. But the less said about that the better, I guess.

Who is in your Rogue's Gallery?

Social Security Nazi:Told me I didn't have all the required documents to get another SS card, which upon hearing I psyched myself up into having what can only be called a tizz. He looks at me, heaves sigh, rolls eyes, makes quick hand gesture, and changes my name. Yes, 8 weeks later when I get my card, I find I have been renamed Anna. I had to go rent Clerks after that. Best. Revenge. Ever.



That Guy in Korn: Korn plays the rock dive in Syracuse, NY, and goes next door to the strip club afterwards. I and friends head over to get autographs, and while signing my paper, he sticks his hand down my pants. And he really gets down there, too. This isn't the singer, or Monkey, but some other guy. Not only did I not look like a stripper, but all the strippers there looked at me murderously for taking their famous customer. I'm too shocked to hit the guy, I end up walking away. I'm such a pussy.



Santa Claus: I hate that bitch. Never fucking gave me anything at all on my list, and always gave me sensible, plaid dresses when I wanted pink, frilly ones. I'm still waiting on my Barbie condo, biznatch. Is that a racing form I see there, jackass?



Al Gore: For inventing the internet. I submit to you I would probably be a hell of a lot better off if I'd never met most of the people I have encountered online.

Ice Cream Jonsey wrote:Probably no single arch-enemy. Rogue's Gallery as follows:

o Don Andrews Drove by and taunted Robb with some inane comment that really doesn't matter. Robb spouts off. Don and friends take offense. Don steps out and starts scuffle with Robb. Friends, namely me stand there motionless as Robb and Don trade punches, Robb's one for every 2 or 3 of Don's. Don and gang drive away and then Robb's dad comes to pick us up. Old Man Jonsey is pissed and it's off to the Greece Police Station where I learn Robb and his Brother's middle names, but that is a story for another time.

Sorry Robb, but I couldn't let you forget about that.

My Arch enemy: Video Games, Namely Track and Field.

No matter how hard I try, the computer cheats, I get pissed off, swear uncontrollably at the machine and either throw a joystick, or take the one with the 4 suction cups on the bottom and slam it up against the tv screen. Needless to say I stopped playing games at the Commodore 64 level. Goddamned Track and Field.

danzaland wrote:

Ice Cream Jonsey wrote:Probably no single arch-enemy. Rogue's Gallery as follows:

o Don Andrews Drove by and taunted Robb with some inane comment that really doesn't matter. Robb spouts off. Don and friends take offense. Don steps out and starts scuffle with Robb. Friends, namely me stand there motionless as Robb and Don trade punches, Robb's one for every 2 or 3 of Don's. Don and gang drive away and then Robb's dad comes to pick us up. Old Man Jonsey is pissed and it's off to the Greece Police Station where I learn Robb and his Brother's middle names, but that is a story for another time.

Sorry Robb, but I couldn't let you forget about that.

Ah-haha! Forgot about that, yeah. Yeah, Scheffer trying to get in good with the goons in the car is a moment I'll never forget.

It's unfortunate that that was before Mike had started going to the weight room and bulking up like the freak he currently is, otherwise things would have played out slightly differently.

Nakaruru, Todo, Joe Higashi and some other dude I can't remember from Capcom VS. SNK, because the computer plays them as twinkishly as humanly possible.

Linda Pellit, a girl from school, who has the intelligence of a rootabega and continuously makes this fact obvious to everyone, yet mea and a select few appear to be the only ones who notice. Oh, and she doesn't liike me either.

<A HREF="http://www.dimfuture.net/elsewhere">Thomas Wilde.</A>

He's one of the smartest mofos alive, but he's not exactly open and excepting of people who seem to have the "always fuck up when ou try to impress" affliction, I.E: me.