(Finding paragraph errors all over the place, so editing it to make it an easier read.)
Salutations all.
First order of business. I was taught not to stand for insults and threats. I answer all back in kind, so here goes:
Danbo. I am not a bum. As a matter of fact, I work in a mortgage company. (Well, I guess I don't work there anymore, but all my info is still there, and they actually let me tell them a week in advance that I'm coming in to help out if I want to.) Whatever this "Blanket Party" is that you mentioned, I doubt that the outcome would be what you intend it to be. You have address though, and you're more than welcome to come over anyday and try.
made2cut. I suppose this is a deep pile of something I know, nut problem is, I didn't see it. So that was what that smell was when I got home.
Richard. You are mistaken. I didn't see any of this till the dog finished it's business and walked away, leaving it cold and rock solid. My "excuse" or "reason" or what not is written at the bottom, and considering your mentality, I doubt that you'll beleive it, so if you do read it, I hope you like how I illustrated it. Also, if I never had any intention of being honest, I wouldn't send the knife at all. Dunno, that's what I would do if those were my intentions.
wolfmann601. Thought I never experianced it, I doubt that I'll like having a 2x4 fitted in there, nor people that enjoy comitting such atrocities. Maybe you shouldn't be anywhere near a knife?
GigOne. Several things. My name is not boy Ronnie or Ronnie-boy, as I doubt that your name is Gigs-girl or Giggy. As a matter of fact, most of my friends and family don't even know my real name, and I like to keep it that way. Don't know the worth on a used condom, though I wonder if you do? If someone has standards or morals or a spine very different from yours, does that mean that they don't have one at all? I escaped communism in one point of my life, not to enter another. Preach elsewhere, your words fall to deaf ears.
Barry H. Again, don't think I'd enjoy the company of people that likes to shove things down under. As for destroying my fingers, I extend my invitation to you and wolfman601 come down to my home and try.
glockman99. There are two meanings for "bozo", one being a fellow, and the other being a fool. Since the insults grow more and more as I read on, I'll take it that you meant it in the not so nice way, and so I retort. I'll trade your word with another. "Spedcial"
3rdWound. Don't know what hobby it is that you are referring to, but if it's displaying my wounds, then far from it. Was taught not to boast about my wounds, that it was a lesson to myself and myself only. Of course, you were taught different.
Wali. Thought our business had ended on a good note, but you don't seem to think so. At the time I was under the impression that you were trying to rip me off, as you thought the same about me. Things came through in the end though, didn't it? If you have anymore concerns, feel free to e-mail me.
Chip. It actually took a little less than a month. But you didn't tell me about that chip on the tip when you sold it to me. You just told me that it's a "safe queen". Didn't attack you about it though.
the45guy. Don't presume to hold the power to hand the title "clown" to just anyone. You need to go through schooling to become such. It is a satisfying job, I should beleive, to entertain kids. And with the morals thing, read my words to GigOne. Some people just don't have any respect for other's morals, they just attack it without finding out what they are.
deviant11. As you have no doubt read in your e-mail, I have been away, and I apologize. About my name, read my words for GigOne. I am still holding the knives for you. If you think you can still trust me, then they will be out first before your MO. If not, then the knives will be sold to the other inquiring parties.
Hillbillenigma. I am not a perp, my record is quite clean. I have only stated that I am heading to boot camp to G2, and have only said so because he inquired about my occupation and such on AIM. I have never used the name USMC in vain, nor ever intend to. In any case, I'm sorry if my being accepted to boot camp dirties the name.
recondoc1. First, I am not in your outfit. Also, I thank you for your lecture on integrity, though I beleive that you nor anyone else is in a position to judge me without my side of the story. Though I have not went to boot camp yet, I have studied the Corps Values over and over. To what I presume to know about it, I try my best to uphold. Though I have never seen combat, I've seen enough bullsh** to not don't care anymore on how far I get, I just care about being wherever I am and doing whatever I do. Also, I encourage you to call up your friends and make my life there more of a living hell than it will be. It might be hell at that moment, but it'll toughen me up, I suspect. I am not the strongest or the fastest, but with the extra attention I should come out one step closer. I'll take it all in as a Veteran's Day present from you, so don't let me down, and thanks in advance. I eagerly await for it.
To all the treats and insults e-mailed to me, I'm not going to bother to respond to. Most of you have received my retort.
Well! That took a lot of time!
If only we can all live peacefully... then the world wouldn't be filled with people harassing each other over the internet. I guess then the world wouldn't be as fun. I get home, fall onto my bed for a moment or two from lack of sleep, and then I get up long enough to check my e-mail and take a shower before I collapse onto my bed once again, and you can imagine my surprise to the barrage of e-mails I received.
Though it is in my opinion that this post of mine does not concern anyone but G2, he has posted it on BF. Which means that this business concerns everone that frequents BF, as well as thier mother.
It is apparent to all that my style of dealing is not well thought of here, so I faithfully withdraw myself from the forum. To those who I have dealt with, thank you for your business. To those who have a need to satisfy their curiosity and read up on my side of the story, here goes.
Before anything on what had happened on my side, let me explain my dissappearance to all. Several of my close friends decided to throw a bye bye party, alchohol, strippers and all for me, but as I am not old enough in this country, they somehow came up with the bright idea of carting me to Montreal. They told my mom a little of their intentions ("Yes, we're just taking your son for a week around, no, don't tell him about it, it's a surprise, don't worry, nothing bad will happen." Some of my friends are the innocent kind that my mom loves, and she ate it up. They got me to clear my schedule saying that they wanna fill those days up with bye bye parties and events, which was kind of easy considering I was mostly free. I am suddenly woken up in the middle of the night, and was told to promptly dress warm and to bring my wallet. Pretty much after that, I was abducted to Toronto for 2 days, and then Montreal. All paid for, hotels, alchohol, girls, felt like it was a bachleor party. They even got a van to cart everyone around. Lots of fun. My head is still spinning.
A second thing is that only 2 people out of the 6 that lives in this house speaka da engalishi. One of them is me, and the other my sister, who goes to school. The rest works, which leaves only my grandma and grandpa home when I'm not, which I'm usually not. They don't answer the phone, period. And since I have a cell phone, I don't bother checking the house phone for calls, as I rely only on my cellie.
Now, onto business.
What came to pass, as I slowly peice it together myself, was that not only have I sent to the wrong address the first time, I have also used envelopes that were machine stamped with the postal amount already. There dated back almost 3 years, which I have not noticed at the time (I got a boxful of em, looks like they get tossed out.) and apparently these expire. I have received my first one back, and I sent it out once again using my clipboard of addresses that I lug to the post office with me. Good system, never failed until now. Guess I was writing too fast and scrawled the addy wrong. Second time I sent it I used a new stamp that I bought at the post office, and till now I haven't seen or heard from it. Since it is my fault, I'll eat that up as my loss and a lesson learned on rushing and writing.
Which brings us to the present. What do I plan to do? Give back what is rightfully G2's, obviously. Without further delay. I thank you for all your concern for G2 and my transaction, but as I've stated earlier it is between him and I.
The more I go on in any forums, the more I realize why I hate conductiing anything in one. People judge each other without knowing the full story. I guess this is human nature, if that can be an excuse. It just makes me hate people more, once an individual goes into a group, they tend to act more immature. And so I resign from this one. Maybe I'll return in a later date (later being in a couple of years.), maybe not. Prolly not though, seeing how no one likes me
Last message. I cleaned up my mess. Why? Because it is mine to clean up. Not because of all your words, your threats, your harassments, your verbal abuse. I have my own morals. Do not put yourself into a position to feed me yours without getting to know me. None of you hold sway against me. None of your words meant anything. And, I fully beleive that mine didn't either. So be it. Now I'm done typing my crap in response to all your crap. It was fun all.
Respectfully submitted and a fond farewell BF,
Chau
