Congratulations Tyler

[Agent 653]

You sick perverted fuck! Local boy makes good, huh? Maybe you'll get mentioned in the local paper right?

Anyways, good luck with the new site!

Post edited by: Agent 653, at: 2005/10/27 11:17

[tyler]

Ahh yes, the ubiquitous Agent 653... corporate defender of the supposed underdog proletariat.

I believe Mark Clark is still seeking damage royalties from that \"incident\" back in '92. I have to admit, that witnessing you and his friend in action was quite appalling at the time. But not so appalling to merit mental damages and stomach ulcers 13 years later... well perhaps the merit is there for those who were close friends with your victim.

Just be warned, that ole Clark finally got into the British secret service, and as you've probably feared, they really have it out for the IRA. Oh and speaking of the incident, I heard they got Mr W. Byrd on their team. Yes, the exact same (slightly fatter & stinkier) William Byrd from your revelation/incident back in '92. Can you believe it?! (\"Buh-buh-buh, byrd byrd byrd, Byrd is the word\&quot.

With all that being said, let me leave you with one final proletariat thought, in my true revolutionary style... \"Fine feet for the people babeee!\"

... \"Dont'chyou know, that Byrd is the word... buh-buh-buh byrd, byrd, byrd...\"

Post edited by: tyler, at: 2005/11/01 21:59

[Agent 653]

tyler wrote:

Ahh yes, the ubiquitous Agent 653... corporate defender of the supposed underdog proletariat.

I believe Mark Clark is still seeking damage royalties from that \"incident\" back in '92. I have to admit, that witnessing you and his friend in action was quite appalling at the time. But not so appalling to merit mental damages and stomach ulcers 13 years later... well perhaps the merit is there for those who were close friends with your victim.

Just be warned, that ole Clark finally got into the British secret service, and as you've probably feared, they really have it out for the IRA. Oh and speaking of the incident, I heard they got Mr W. Byrd on their team. Yes, the exact same (slightly fatter & stinkier) William Byrd from your revelation/incident back in '92. Can you believe it?! (\"Buh-buh-buh, byrd byrd byrd, Byrd is the word\&quot.

With all that being said, let me leave you with one final proletariat thought, in my true revolutionary style... \"Fine feet for the people babeee!\"

... \"Dont'chyou know, that Byrd is the word... buh-buh-buh byrd, byrd, byrd...\"<br><br>Post edited by: tyler, at: 2005/11/01 21:59

Brilliant analysis Mr. Faulkner,

But you should know that I've never been intimidated by any MI-6 agent, and I'm certainly not about to start with Mr. Clark.

Mr. Byrd is a moot point, as 2 years ago he was seduced by two very attractive female cadre belonging to a remnant cell of the Brazilian VPR and summarily executed by the revolutionary agents in his Sao Paulo hotel room. He was found dead and hamstringed there two days later and an autopsy revealed the cause of death to have been toxic gas.

Of course, his sister is at large and has vowed revenge. She insists the conspiracy to kill her brother went all the way up to Lula. And as we all know the sister was always more fearsome than the brother. Obviously, her longtime boyfriend, that Greek kid, is assisting her. He is weak, but the acts he commits out of fear of his girlfriend make him dangerous all the same.

But were it not for The Incident in '92, I'm sure we wouldn't be in this predicament to begin with. We were all left either physically or emotionally scarred by that event, and we all have to live with the consequences of it even today.

I'm not trying to assign blame here Tyler (there's surely enough of that to go around), but was it really necessary for you and Mr. Chandras to pull that stunt with the donkey? I feel that may have been the spark for the tragic events to come. Once your priest, Jerry's dad, and Mr. Murray's finger got involved, it seems that's when things really started to spiral out of control on that fateful day.

A lot of funerals, ruined lives, and mental demons can be traced to that day in 1992. I'm not sure whether it's better to analyze how things got so fucked-up or to forget about it altogether.

Post edited by: Agent 653, at: 2005/11/04 11:01

Post edited by: Agent 653, at: 2005/11/04 11:01

[tyler]

Well, you know what they say Mr. 653... it's the rotton eggs and milk that stink the most, but it's Kiran's pepto & hooli hoongley breath that'll kill ya. And don't say we (Jewms Maybre's dad included) didn't warn you... I remember specifically telling both you and Eddie "NOT TO DRINK THE MILK". You refused to be a part of our reindeer games and subsequently drank yourself into a predicament... and that is why the \"Sincerely Sober\" Hoel Layman had to leave that note on your doorstep (only for your d0g to bark warning of).

Though I agree with you that it is much better to forget about \"the incident\", there are however, some parallel circumstances that were going on in those very revealing moments that you may not have ever known until now. Let's see... Yooduh Campbell was jacking off, Brian Smith was getting P.B.Maxed, Reggie Flabbenport was getting beat up, your stepBrad was given a stinky coat, and of course Jewms Maybre was chaufering hoodlams in his van while getting hot squirts on the back of his neck.

Now granted, none of those particular things relate directly to \"the incident of '92\" persay, but they do say a lot about the influences of your closest friends and probably say a lot more about why you did those unforgettable things you did on that very day back in '92.

For me, it all came full circle in the moments after the desperate outbursts from Matt Murry and Aaron Purvis. While seemingly escaping in my car, my friends and I will never forget their shouted blurbs through the staticky walkie talkies (like the mayday call of a fighter pilot about to crash): ...\"DON'T GO DOWN LONG STREET... DON'T GO DOWN LONG STREET\"

But alas, I turned the steering wheel right and my friends and I saw you and so many of your brethren doing things that we were so unaccustomed to seeing. Feeling so out of place, most of us had no other choice but to just drive by with our heads turned. But the graphic descriptions told by those who couldn't keep their heads turned is what seems to bother me the most (like the account of the hobo next to Germy Layne in the McDonald's bathroom).

Prior to that, I always wondered how you got the nickname \"Aye! Hobo\".

Woulda been nice if we had the radio controlled chopper to record & document those dirty events from a position of safety, but I believe that night, the chopper was busy bombing a ziploc bag full of crap on Larry Goodwin's (Bell's) parents' front door.

So it will only remain a disgusting memory (thank god) in the minds of a few unfortunate kids. Damn you Agent 653! DAMN YOU in the name of Chastain & Wane Kitchens!