Post #15728 by midnite on Sat, Dec 7, 2002 10:07 PM

Awright, enough...I CAN'T take it anymore! It was ME, I did it, me me me....me. I had to. I was forced, you, they, them...ALL made me do it.

Years of scorn, ridicule and abuse. Never being picked for dodgeball, the inumerable wedgies (many atomic)...it all got to me. Then it only got worse with my entry into Tiki collecting.

So many flaunting their superior collections...the triple-digit mugs, the highbrow deep-pocket bids. Me, ME!...with a few old Hamburglar glasses and a sock puppet I called my "Lil' Sufferin' Bastard". I got the severed head mug...it's mine, all mine.

Bwa Ha HA HAAAAA!!! :lol:

I feel better now. Either confessing my crimes against "Tiki Spirit"...or the Ritalin is kicking in now. Who nows? Don't much care...I must go drink my grape Kool-Aid out of Ren Clark severd head Tiki mug. Yummy!

midnite

ps. Ok, it wasn't me...but THAT guy over there is awful suspicious. It's him, or the dude from Tucson...maybe Col Mustard. Never much trusted that cracker.