And now, a special message for William Rivers Bukowski, who holds a drunken wake for every brain cell he kills with alcohol:WilliamPitt (57,452 posts)
I want to sing his name.
That's not gay at all. Really.
He was ten feet tall, with bright green eyes, and handsome in the way that makes you hate handsome guys like that just a little bit even though he's you're friend.
He made you feel funny in your pants, didn't he? In fact, I'm betting you felt funny in your pants while you wrote that sentence, and you feel funny in your pants reading it again right now.
After college, I moved to San Francisco, and bugged him
A misspelled word. I expected better from a
bloviating self-absorbed asshole self-published author like you.
The word is spelled
buggered.
I'd also like to point out that you used
you're instead of
your in the previous quote. Sober up and write right, numbnuts.
he took a class titled "How to Make an Atomic Bomb" thinking it was a history class, found out it was a hardcore physics/engineering class, stuck with it, and aced the goddam thing anyway
A "hardcore physics/engineering class" with no prerequisites? What institution of higher learning offers that as a 101 class?
You are a shitty liar, Pitt. You should go back to trying to convince parents that you didn't molest their 12 year old daughters. You'll have better luck.
His name was Brian Fitzgerald
From the way you're gooing all over the keyboard, I figured the name was Brian FitzWilliam.
FitzWilliam like a ****ing glove.