I also arrived home to find the, much to my dismay, I was no longer a part of Ronfez.net. I sat in my cheer, weeping and masturbating (note: this part is not out of the ordinary for me) over my loss, remembering the good times. After a few vodkas chased with Listerine and Worcestershire sauce, I gathered up the resolve to call Ronfez.net and ask why she left me.
She picked up the phone, obviously out of breath and demanded to know who it was. Between my sobs, I told her it was me, Pootertoot, and I wanted her back...I had always treated her right, hadn't I?
It was then she informed me that she was fucking my best friend and threw the phone down. I sat there for what seemed like hours, listening to their screams of passion, stabbing myself in the leg with a shard of glass to remind myself I could still feel (I also wept and masturbated on and off).
Finally I hung up the phone, grabbed my keys, and drove to Ronfez.net's apartment. I threw pebbles at her window to get her attention. She responded by throwing a flaming, alcohol-soaked rag into my face. I tore the rag from my melting flesh and smiled through my singed lips, for I knew she still cared.
She took me back today, as you can see, despite my hideously deformed face. So I'm celebrating by killing a stranger in order to prove my love for her. Anyone want to help?
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This message was edited by Pootertoot on 5-22-01 @ 1:04 PM