Your Mafia of 29 fought against Your Mum with 3 Gold Desert Eagles, a RPG Launcher, 23 Chain Guns, 2 .50 Caliber Rifles, 10 A Pint o' Green Beers, 19 Body Armors, 3 Armored Cars, 16 Towncars, 5 Getaway Cruisers, and 5 Armored Trucks.
Your Mum's Mafia of 21 fought with 2 Gold Desert Eagles, a Mini Uzi, 2 Meat Cleavers, 16 Chain Guns, an A Pint o' Green Beer, a Gas Mask, 9 Body Armors, 10 Bullet Proof Vests, and 21 Towncars.
You WON the fight, taking 1 damage and dealing 24 damage to your enemy. You gained $0 and 2 experience points.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Funniest Mafia Wars Synopsis
This is the funniest synopsis that I've seen while playing Mafia Wars.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
An Open Letter to The Rumor-mongers:
I revel in the fact that my life gives you some semblance of dramatic entertainment. Truly, I do. I thank you for caring enough to lurk on my blog here or on my facebook page and not even bother to leave a comment or so much as a short email to signify our alleged friendly relationship. The fact that somehow you’ve put me on a pedestal so very high that your ignorance overwhelms and guides you to speak to others regarding your opinion of what may be going on in my life, both personally, professionally, politically and socio-economically is truly something to behold!
In the immortal words of Slim Shady, “everybody wants to discuss me that must mean that I’m disgusting.” With this in mind, I’ve come to the conclusion that it is not I t hat is disgusting, but instead it is those of you who are willing to pass judgment and start rumors that have no business being started at all. It is YOU that is disgusting. A pox on life in general, an abhorrent pimple on the arse of society, a nauseating pestilance that has no other reason in life but to be medicated and eradicated. In other words, Bub, you serve no purpose.
It is an utterly gross and extremely esoteric conception for you to even think that you may know me enough to even begin to think in that addled brain of yours that you have the permission, passion, permit or privilege to speak on my behalf related to ANY aspect of my life. It is even too ludicrous to even begin to imagine that at our age and day I have to write such a piece on my own privacy. What you did was open your mouth on things that were none of your concern. Your obvious misunderstanding of what I write leads only to the fact that the English language is not a main concern of yours. You apparently have no comprehension of humor, wit or any semblance of abstinence for your overwhelming diarrhea of the mouth. Perhaps you need to install that brain to mouth filter that your parents were always talking about.
All of this to make you look good in the Powers That Be is an abomination on so many levels. The PTB already know what kind of person you are. There is no hiding that. You may try to put on a level of professionalism and run with the big dogs, but you cannot. Your sheer amount of ignorance holds you back from being a success. So why don’t you keep your mouth shut and actually learn for a change? It is always better to be silent and have those assume you are wise than to open your mouth and prove otherwise. So, word to the wise, the action plan for your success is as follows: manage your own business and leave the perceived world around you go by, because you have no concept of reality. It is an abstract to you.
The first thing out of my co-worker’s mouth today was, “Do you know the drama you have caused?” I, of course, had no idea that I had been sabotaged by you. I will take personal responsibility for this, of course. I am proud of my online presence and the folks (both digital and natural) I’ve cultivated friendships with. I have memories of my first modem (2600 bps) on a BBS. Yes, a BBS. So if you think you can outhack me in social engineering, you’ve got another thing coming to you. Believe me, I too have the ears of the PTB, but instead of needing to dig up dirt on my co-workers and friends, I’ll combat with facts instead of fiction. You will unwittingly provide the data for your demise.
Your days of this distasteful rumor-mongering are at an end. The drama that you have caused will come back to haunt you. It always does. I do not need to rely on my own actions to ensure that this will happen. It will be your doing. Although, you will not realize it at the time and you will likely blame the first person that is inherently convenient for you. I do not need to channel what a good friend of mine would call the “Bodhivista of Two-Fisted Enlightenment.” All I need to do is sit back and let karma take its course. All things are cyclic.
In short, you’re hooped, Bub. Get over yourself and put your tiny little ego away because no one really respects you or wants to listen to what you have to say. You are a bag of wind, insignificant as a fart in a hurricane. Your mind is like a steel sieve, with as much retention and comprehension as a monkey to physics. If none of this has gotten through, just look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself if anyone truly loves you. You’ll know the answer.
Cheers,
The Author.
In the immortal words of Slim Shady, “everybody wants to discuss me that must mean that I’m disgusting.” With this in mind, I’ve come to the conclusion that it is not I t hat is disgusting, but instead it is those of you who are willing to pass judgment and start rumors that have no business being started at all. It is YOU that is disgusting. A pox on life in general, an abhorrent pimple on the arse of society, a nauseating pestilance that has no other reason in life but to be medicated and eradicated. In other words, Bub, you serve no purpose.
It is an utterly gross and extremely esoteric conception for you to even think that you may know me enough to even begin to think in that addled brain of yours that you have the permission, passion, permit or privilege to speak on my behalf related to ANY aspect of my life. It is even too ludicrous to even begin to imagine that at our age and day I have to write such a piece on my own privacy. What you did was open your mouth on things that were none of your concern. Your obvious misunderstanding of what I write leads only to the fact that the English language is not a main concern of yours. You apparently have no comprehension of humor, wit or any semblance of abstinence for your overwhelming diarrhea of the mouth. Perhaps you need to install that brain to mouth filter that your parents were always talking about.
All of this to make you look good in the Powers That Be is an abomination on so many levels. The PTB already know what kind of person you are. There is no hiding that. You may try to put on a level of professionalism and run with the big dogs, but you cannot. Your sheer amount of ignorance holds you back from being a success. So why don’t you keep your mouth shut and actually learn for a change? It is always better to be silent and have those assume you are wise than to open your mouth and prove otherwise. So, word to the wise, the action plan for your success is as follows: manage your own business and leave the perceived world around you go by, because you have no concept of reality. It is an abstract to you.
The first thing out of my co-worker’s mouth today was, “Do you know the drama you have caused?” I, of course, had no idea that I had been sabotaged by you. I will take personal responsibility for this, of course. I am proud of my online presence and the folks (both digital and natural) I’ve cultivated friendships with. I have memories of my first modem (2600 bps) on a BBS. Yes, a BBS. So if you think you can outhack me in social engineering, you’ve got another thing coming to you. Believe me, I too have the ears of the PTB, but instead of needing to dig up dirt on my co-workers and friends, I’ll combat with facts instead of fiction. You will unwittingly provide the data for your demise.
Your days of this distasteful rumor-mongering are at an end. The drama that you have caused will come back to haunt you. It always does. I do not need to rely on my own actions to ensure that this will happen. It will be your doing. Although, you will not realize it at the time and you will likely blame the first person that is inherently convenient for you. I do not need to channel what a good friend of mine would call the “Bodhivista of Two-Fisted Enlightenment.” All I need to do is sit back and let karma take its course. All things are cyclic.
In short, you’re hooped, Bub. Get over yourself and put your tiny little ego away because no one really respects you or wants to listen to what you have to say. You are a bag of wind, insignificant as a fart in a hurricane. Your mind is like a steel sieve, with as much retention and comprehension as a monkey to physics. If none of this has gotten through, just look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself if anyone truly loves you. You’ll know the answer.
Cheers,
The Author.
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