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- Had one of those weird cold wars with a bitch where you refuse to speak to each other for years. The relationship in which The DMAN poured the most time, attention, money, etc. with a girl who turned out to be a demon The DMAN was blinded to, because she was hot (many such cases.) One time she bragged about how she loves ignoring people who need to talk to her, or ignoring her old friends. This stuck with The DMAN. So after we broke up, never spoke to one another, recently she tried reaching out, and The DMAN put her on the pay no mind list just for that one memory alone, just for the karma boost. She got way fat and old looking anyway. The DMAN looks exactly the same. That's what we do now.
- Elementary school, annoying cunt spanish teacher who would always be passive aggressive and hand out extra work to everyone with her double chin was slobbing about during our class Pizza Party. It must have been a holiday or something because it was one of those workless days, we were all sitting at our tables each with a box of pizza. This piggy teacher was always extra rude to The DMAN. So she hobbles by, and popped open the pizza box we had on our little table. We had one slice left. She fatly said something about stealing that piece of pizza if its still there... She walked away, distracted. The DMAN licked the pizza and left it. Fatty came back for it and as she reached for it, all the kids looked at The DMAN, and one of them started saying something but she stopped herself. The kids didn't try to stop her because she was a hateable pig. To The DMAN's knowledge, fat spic teacher never found out. I GOTCHA LAST!!!!!
- When The DMAN was a young teen, he was part of some dopey online video game fan club. There was a bunch of drama that went down where they kicked the Little DBOY out of the group. It wasn't until very recently that The DMAN remembered the name of the site, so he got curious and searched it up. He found it shockingly still hosted, even stranger that the recent posts had ended months after he was kicked out, and the recent posts tab told the story of the club devolving into chaos with some even expressing regret over The Little DBOY's exile, vindicating him from any wrongdoing. That one unlocked a forgotten memory and actually gave The DMAN weird closure to a stupid vague childhood memory. Maybe we got off on da wrong foot?
- When The DMAN worked at a retail giant as a DYOUTH and had to field phone calls from dopey threatening boomers over their grievances.. If they got too mouthy over the phone The DMAN would just Cancel their order, refund whatever and tell them to have a blessed day. But without hanging up, so you can hear them go through the Five Stages of grief realizing the time and energy they just wasted arguing with a teenaged wagey will likely delay them securing those funds for 3-5 business days if it was a particular type of transaction. Threatening TOUGH GUY Phone Faggots got real steamed over that little move. This happened many times, if anyone asked The DMAN would just claim the customer must have called in to cancel the order with another attendant. Ya gotta confuse the faggotito behind the counter.
- The DMAN just looked up "when were tagless t-shirts invented" and it seems that it wasn't until 2002 that society deemed thick, crusty fibers scratching the back of your neck inappropriate for daily wardrobe. Back in the days, The DMAN as a DBOY of 8 or 9 used to be chastised and ridiculed for actually snipping the tags off his t-shirts with scissors, earning him the ire of his parents who would ask why he was always doing that. "It's just a tag!!!!!" It turned out recently The DMAN's own DFATHER recalled that The DMAN invented going tagless before it was invented, and even gave him props for enduring the abuse from others who just didn't understand the method to the madness until the corporations made billions off of the same idea. The garment martyr The DMAN.
On a lighter and more On-Topic note, it seems that everyone who goes out of their way to attack, tease, or unfairly slight The DMAN on this forum eventually sees an early demise, or some type of karmic correction for their behavior against one of God's favorite creations: The DMAN. Think of any poster on here who has gone after The DMAN... Most of them aren't even with us anymore. That speaks to the O&A energy that The DMAN carries the torch for. It's the Dave Hermans of the world trying to make us look like the bad guy because we're having a few laughs at peoples expense, who are actually hiding real skeletons in their own closets (or should The DMAN say "Hard Drives?")
Alright, Now some of you please carry your own weight in this thread, and hand over some juicy details of when everybody came to you and said that "we were wrong. And you, you were right."
The DMAN will hang up and listen to your answer.
- Elementary school, annoying cunt spanish teacher who would always be passive aggressive and hand out extra work to everyone with her double chin was slobbing about during our class Pizza Party. It must have been a holiday or something because it was one of those workless days, we were all sitting at our tables each with a box of pizza. This piggy teacher was always extra rude to The DMAN. So she hobbles by, and popped open the pizza box we had on our little table. We had one slice left. She fatly said something about stealing that piece of pizza if its still there... She walked away, distracted. The DMAN licked the pizza and left it. Fatty came back for it and as she reached for it, all the kids looked at The DMAN, and one of them started saying something but she stopped herself. The kids didn't try to stop her because she was a hateable pig. To The DMAN's knowledge, fat spic teacher never found out. I GOTCHA LAST!!!!!
- When The DMAN was a young teen, he was part of some dopey online video game fan club. There was a bunch of drama that went down where they kicked the Little DBOY out of the group. It wasn't until very recently that The DMAN remembered the name of the site, so he got curious and searched it up. He found it shockingly still hosted, even stranger that the recent posts had ended months after he was kicked out, and the recent posts tab told the story of the club devolving into chaos with some even expressing regret over The Little DBOY's exile, vindicating him from any wrongdoing. That one unlocked a forgotten memory and actually gave The DMAN weird closure to a stupid vague childhood memory. Maybe we got off on da wrong foot?
- When The DMAN worked at a retail giant as a DYOUTH and had to field phone calls from dopey threatening boomers over their grievances.. If they got too mouthy over the phone The DMAN would just Cancel their order, refund whatever and tell them to have a blessed day. But without hanging up, so you can hear them go through the Five Stages of grief realizing the time and energy they just wasted arguing with a teenaged wagey will likely delay them securing those funds for 3-5 business days if it was a particular type of transaction. Threatening TOUGH GUY Phone Faggots got real steamed over that little move. This happened many times, if anyone asked The DMAN would just claim the customer must have called in to cancel the order with another attendant. Ya gotta confuse the faggotito behind the counter.
- The DMAN just looked up "when were tagless t-shirts invented" and it seems that it wasn't until 2002 that society deemed thick, crusty fibers scratching the back of your neck inappropriate for daily wardrobe. Back in the days, The DMAN as a DBOY of 8 or 9 used to be chastised and ridiculed for actually snipping the tags off his t-shirts with scissors, earning him the ire of his parents who would ask why he was always doing that. "It's just a tag!!!!!" It turned out recently The DMAN's own DFATHER recalled that The DMAN invented going tagless before it was invented, and even gave him props for enduring the abuse from others who just didn't understand the method to the madness until the corporations made billions off of the same idea. The garment martyr The DMAN.
On a lighter and more On-Topic note, it seems that everyone who goes out of their way to attack, tease, or unfairly slight The DMAN on this forum eventually sees an early demise, or some type of karmic correction for their behavior against one of God's favorite creations: The DMAN. Think of any poster on here who has gone after The DMAN... Most of them aren't even with us anymore. That speaks to the O&A energy that The DMAN carries the torch for. It's the Dave Hermans of the world trying to make us look like the bad guy because we're having a few laughs at peoples expense, who are actually hiding real skeletons in their own closets (or should The DMAN say "Hard Drives?")
Alright, Now some of you please carry your own weight in this thread, and hand over some juicy details of when everybody came to you and said that "we were wrong. And you, you were right."
The DMAN will hang up and listen to your answer.