MySpace Can Jump Off A Clift 4 A Few Days

I might as well come down here on a more official page, and do some bloging, since some ass has instaled a new bug on The Ministers MySpace.com's page. hummm i wonder who would do such a thing lol
Any-hoo, i guess the question of the day should be: How could anyone not want to live with The Little Baby Jesus" or that mericilous one known as, me? i've been going through room'mates the past year, like they were the in-box of my email server, but they were all here with the understanding that eventually they would be finding an apartment of their own. this last fellow really has a problem however. i mean i find him a job, so he won't have to moop around the house all-day__feeling sorry for himself and staring at the wall, litterly. he not only refuses to pick-up the remote for the portabul i loaned him, but doesn't even bother to turn the set on! when he's not staring at the wall, he's eather sleeping, asking to come into my suite to keep me company, or walking around out-side with a back-pack so stuffed with useless shit, and, looking as though he might never be returning. of course, at the last minute he declined the job i got him, even though it was exactly what he said he was looking for !!

Worse than that, he knows who i am, and of the wonderious things i have created before the face of man-kind, yet delibritly tyies to antaganize me__on this subject, or show me no respect what-so-ever reguarding other situations. it's not that i'm asking for much, a mear thank-you for helping him out, finding him a job, being paitent and trusting enough to wait ten extra days for a third of his portune in rent.

i did warn him that i have sent Presidents to war, and Prime Ministers running from public-office, and that it would take little effort on my part to fuck-up his head__compleatly. he didn't listen, and now has left__dashing out of my life forever, and after loosing nearly two-hundred Dollars; which he will never see me return__from his rent! actually he didn't even dare ask for his money, and i wrote on his recipt ((no refund, anyway, and, would there'fore like to see try get back one cent.
so i guess the moral of this story is, and it's not what it started-out to be, i'm sure, but that's what editing is for anyway: well, the moral of this is: don't fuck with me, no matter how big or small you are. to me, should you do so, and especially once you know who i actually am and what i have done, that represents blasphimy! and i do know how to deal with such characters, even although i might restrain myself sometimes.
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