Ahh. The joys of an immature piece of shit. That's right. Chris Sherill just called me, and "bitched me out" on my answering machine while I was gone. Here is what he had to say:
"Cory, this is um, Chris Sherill, and I was giving you call to see if I could meet you this weekend and have our little chat. Because you keep on talking shit to me on the internet, which I think is pretty fucking gay. I got your number, and all I need is your address so I can come over and have a chat with you, if you still want to. 'Cause you keep talking shit when I didn't say a God-damned thing to you except you just felt like getting into on little nubblies, little queer ass fucking website. So um, I don't know, I'll give you a call a little bit later."
Apparantly all the times that your Father molested you in the ass, disabled your ability to take a joke.
If you come down here this weekend, you'll have to introduce yourself to me before we talk, because we've never met before. Which goes to show how lame it is that you get this upset over something that someone who you do not even know said about you.
Chris, my friends are always talking shit to me on nubblies. But unlike you, I have a sense of humor, and I can shrug it off with a laugh.
A few days ago, I was even nice enough to apologize to you on here since I could tell that you could not take a joke. (It's on the 6th page of this forum for those who care to read). But apparantly your parent(s) never taught you how to accept someone's apology, all they taught you to do was use the words "fuck" "queer" and "ass" in an attempt to be-little someone. But your attempts have utterly failed. I am sitting here laughing my ass of everytime I play your message. I have played it about ten times so far, and I laugh harder each time.
I hope you do call back Chris, I'd love to chat.
Peace my brother,
UB
[This message has been edited by Ugly Bastard (edited November 20, 2002).]
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