Hey 3.5 readers.
A sad day in East Randomtown. As my attorney, Ms. Donnelly, has notified you, VGRF and I are done, over, kaputsville. Even worse, I have lost the Bookshelf Battle Blog, BQB HQ, Bookshelf Q. Battledog, and my action figure collection in the divorce, which, by the way came as a big surprise to me because I didn’t even know that VGRF and I were married. Thanks Obama.
So this will be my last post. This was a site for manly nerds and no, that’s not an oxymoron. Now I can only assume that Video Game Rack Fighter will turn this fine website that I have spent three years of my life building into an online repository of daisy photos and vagina poems. I mean, I don’t know that for sure, but I can only assume that most women spend 99.99% of their time looking at photos of daisies and writing poems about their vaginas.
It all started when I left one errant pee sprinkle on the toilet seat. Totally wasn’t intentional. It’s not like I meant to. When VGRF brought it to my attention, I immediately dispatched the Yeti to clean it up. I don’t know why, but the Yeti is into cleaning up weird messes. I don’t know why. I don’t ask.
But Video Game Rack Fighter was all like, “Well, you made the mess so you should clean it up and not make the Yeti do your dirty work” and I was all like, “Who cares? He’s just a stupid yeti” and then she was all like, “It doesn’t matter. You should take responsibility.”
So then I was all like, “You know, I don’t give you this much shit over the giant toe nails that you clip and just leave strewn all over BQB HQ. This is a place of online blog business yet everywhere I go I’m stepping on toenails the size of Fritos!”
At that moment, I was reminded that it is impossible to win an argument with a woman because VGRF gave up on having any kind of rational discussion and proceeded to round house kick me in the face repeatedly until I passed out.
When I woke up, I found myself in the Random Motel with my freaking archenemy Leo McKoy of all people as a room mate.
By then, Attorney Donnelly had worked out the details of the divorce I had to a woman I didn’t even know I was married to and I don’t know how but I’m still blaming this on Obama.
Part of me is mad that Ms. Donnelly didn’t get me a better settlement, one that would have allowed me to retain BQB HQ and the Bookshelf Battle Blog. Then again, part of me thanks her for keeping me from suffering VGRF’s first bid, namely, that I end up with my genitals slammed in a steel door repeatedly for the rest of my life.
Women always have to go right for the junk, let me tell you.
So I guess that’s it. I’m stuck as Leo McKoy’s roommate indefinitely. Probably forever because, did you hear this? I have to also pay VGRF 99.99% of the paycheck I earn from Beige Corp. I don’t know why. It’s not like VGRF is getting up every day and assisting people who assist people who assist the people who sell beige products and accessories.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get to post again, 3.5 readers. VGRF’s settlement calls for me to be shot out of a high velocity cannon and directly into the sun if I post on this blog again. Yeah, part of me was surprised that the court system approved that part and then again, part of me wasn’t surprised at all.
I haven’t decided yet but I might ditch Leo and explore the universe with Alien Jones for awhile. I asked him over the space phone if he would like to be intergalactic roommates but all he did was make a few staticky noises with his mouth then say, “Um…sorry…the space phone is breaking up…bzzt bzzzt….talk to you later…”
Poor guy really needs a new space phone.
Thanks for the memories, 3.5.