Sick of idiots like him

I'm talking about this dude here. I know exactly what he's talking about, and all he had to say is: I tried out teaching, but it didn't suit me. Now I have a new job, feeling good about it. Instead he goes and makes a huge song and dance about it. Well, a maybe just a song ... ahem, without any music. That's cos he doesn't have my musical talent. He's always asking me to make up music to his lyrics, but he doesn't get it. I don't care about him. He's an idiot ... a religious idiot, in fact, who has to make even the most fun stuff in life into a tedius religious lesson. Did you know he won't even have sex with his wife? He says that marriage is about godly partnership. Not about gooey physical stuff. You never know who might be watching. Though, of course, he would say God is always watching. They make nice dinners together instead.

You know what else? This guy once annoyed me by suggesting an idea that I'd already thought of. I was having a conversation with my fan club where they were asking me what I'd do for my next blog title. That was before I ruined it all by my, "high-levels of kookoo and has nothing to do with me or my superb blog." according to Goodthink, the new face on the web who has clearly made it her goal to destroy me by her clever use of psychology. I still haven't forgotten that. And I'm not kookoo. My fan club still love me, even since that episode. They just don't know what to say anymore. They are too in awe of me to comment on any of my posts. You know, this morning, the moment I woke up, I clutched myself in glee and said, "Oooh, It's me!". That's how happy I am about being me, and you'll never bring me down. Never!

But anyway, I was saying... This Dave guy, he suggested I have a blog where I slag off another blog, which would in fact be also my blog. That would be funny, he said. As it happened, I'd already planned on doing that in my very next post, and then I couldn't, because it would be unoriginal. Grrr. Well I decided to leave it until everyone had forgotten that conversation, so that no one would realise I was stuck for ideas. Anyway, another of my fans, zoomtard, said in the same conversation, why didn't I slag off Dave on my website, by putting up a silly picture of him on it. Now, Dave is a dangerous guy to slag, and it seems kind of mean anyway, but sometimes if one wants to keep on being popular, when fiends like Goodthink are trying to bring you down, you just have to give the fans what they want. So I tried drawing Dave from memory. The tiny face in the middle was my first attempt.



It went downhill from there. So I decided to forget about his face. You see, I reckon Dave could take me to pieces given the chance, so I have to take him out in one go, by giving him the most offensive slagging ever. Ha ha. Here is the picture. I was able to do both!


The main point being of course, that Dave is in fact TALL! The poor guy. Also, he hates pigeons. That pretty much sums him up. And to add one final insult, Dave, I'll call you a sheep's bleeting noise. You're maaaaaaaaa. I've never understood that one, but that's what makes it so good. How can you make a comeback against an insult you don't understand? By repeating it back at the person who slagged you I suppose. That's what everyone in school did. Hopefully Dave won't think of that.

Anyway even if he does slag me back I don't care. I'll go hang out with my friends, who are all cool. We even have our own special sayings that only we understand. I'm going to talk to them right now in fact, cos they'll all comment on this page now that I've satisfied their desire for entertainment.

Please. Try to care a little more won't you?

All right, I've got a few minutes. Here, take some. No no... I've plenty. Here, stigmund, do something good with them. I don't do anything these days (I got married), so I'm giving away my spare time. I'll keep a little for blogging, but I don't have anything to write about, besides teaching. And I'm giving that up so.. Yeah, giving it up, did you not hear? Yeah, that's life, isn't it. How are you doing anyway? Oh is that right? Yeah, same here. I find that I've so many difficult things to deal with. Gosh my life is such a struggle, it must be really important if I have to struggle this much. Since it's so important I'll continue to tell you about it for a while, no I should condescend to ask you how you are. How are you? Oh really? Yeah, I know exactly what that's like. Do you know I'm giving up my teaching job? Yeah I'm going into another job. It'll probably be even worse, but that's me, that's me, my life is important so I have to struggle no matter what.

Feck that, I'm going to play a computer game. Bye bye school. If anyone is wondering why there's no teacher in the next class, it's because Mr. Lad has given up on reality.