Table of Malcontents:
Kerry the Work-Related Injury
Perpelliatually Pursued Play: Hell at Dan's Lakewood Cafe
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Phish the Slut!
Chiriko!
Bread-kun!
Mitch!
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Be on the lookout for a new addition soon: Perpelliatual FLASH MOVIES!
They're not necessarily along the same theme as this page.. In fact, what I'm working on is toilet humor. Literally. Watch for it hopefully soon.. and if I get adept enough, the Perpellia Play will be redone in Flash. Now, to the old intro:
One agonizing issue that keeps trying to make me agoraphobic is the seemingly endless way I seem to attract the most depraved individuals that exist in humanity. Even today, if I stop at a bar alone, or even eat alone at the local greasy spoon, a much older man will approach me, and the majority of the time he's unkempt: food in his teeth, dirt under his fingernails, and grease on his hands. Oh, let's not even mention that he's older than my father, and a divorcée with a complex network of neuroses.
If you want an idea of the kinds of horrors I face, try looking at these wonders of humanity.
My god. What is it that does this? I'm not the most beautiful girl out there, but I'm also certainly not butt-ugly! Where do these assholes come from?
They seem to crawl out from the woodworks. And, for you younger women out there who aren't of age yet: bars make it worse, especially if you come -alone.- A severely drunken 50 year old pervert is a hard thing to manage without having to call the police.
This site was originally inspired by the upcoming Fuckin' Otakus section. However, I've had a little bit experience with that.. but most of my stalkers have come from the realm of the internet and computers.
Well, at the behest of my friends, I've catalogued my experiences for your viewing amazement. All of this has really happened to me. The last chapter, regarding Kerry, has still yet to be written. I'm going to let a bit of time pass before I type it up; it's something that happened not too long ago, and I'd like a little more time to be more objective in my telling of the story.
To delve into my sordid tales, follow the links from the Table of Malcontents, or just continue.
(Yeah, right, like you'd want to.)
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