There are pretty child sex slaves in Bangkok whose only desire is to please you. A Catholic Toddler would think this is pretty good, right? It would be a fantasy for a Catholic Toddler. Little sex dolls who do whatever you want them to do.
Not quite. They do whatever they think you want them to do. When a Toddler is trying to impress you, all Toddlers want to do is please.
If all you want to do is please, you will likely never please anyone except creeps like priests.
Ejay is the b/f of Cherry who works at Jam's sister's friend's club. Cherry is fucking hot, but - like any other of the 90 million Toddlers in this SHITHOLE - she is a moron. Her b/f makes her look like a genius.
As you may or may not know, I smoke a little tobacco. Well, I dabble. There are 5-10 million tobacco smokers in this Westphalia hole, because humans are all about pain relief. And Catholics are all about inflicting pain. I was complaining one day about how hard it is to find a good tobacco pipe in this country. It's not actually hard so much as impossible. Pipes are complex. Glass has to be blown and shit. Ejay interjected and said it would be "easy" for him to get me a pipe. For tobacco.
Nothing in a world of Toddlers is easy.
Toddlers lie because they're stupid. Catholic Toddlers lie because they're stupid and they think they're shrewd. Ejay mostly just wants to please. He's a good kid, really. I've been tempted to kill him only a few times.
This is representative of 90 million Catholic Toddlers. Nothing about Ejay is peculiar. They're Christians. They're just want to please.
For 30 years, I've had to listen to this Catholic narcissistic screaming. It sent me insane a couple times.
The reason he just screams and screams is because he's insane. He's lost his sense of self which means his mind cannot process anything intelligently. His universe has a diameter of 1m. All he cares about is what happens in that tiny sphere. He probably thinks he's being diabolically selfish. What do you think?
It's not a winning strategy, because it's insane.
All you hear if you're sane in this world, are the demented screams of cannibalistic beasts.
Lexus is Cherry's friend. She's hot. She's into me. I don't have her number so I asked Cherry to get it for me or to give her mine. Easy right? They're friends. Should be easy. They're not friends anymore. Oh I know why. It was my fault. I asked Lexus' friend to give Lexus my number. They're not friends anymore for that reason. Cherry was jealous. Fucking Toddlers.
Ejay knows I want Lexus' number. You would think this question would be redundant. I speak Catholic Toddler fluently. He's asking me if I want him to try and get her number. He doesn't have it, of course.
I don't have her number. No one has given her mine. Nothing in a world of Toddler Insanity is easy.
He came around and showed me the finished pipe. It could not be used to smoke tobacco, or anything. It wasn't a pipe. It was an abortion. I told him not to worry about it, and to keep the money I paid him for his 'efforts'. He managed to convince me that he knew someone else who understood how to make a very simple tobacco pipe. Reluctantly, I agreed but this time I downloaded images from the Internet. Very easy to make. Nothing in a world of Toddlers is easy.
He brought Pipe 2 around when my phone was turned off. My intercom is never turned off but the reception staff are too stupid to dial four numbers in a row. I cannot make this shit up. 2 4 2 2. Easy? Not for Toddlers who are too stupid to be alive. I heard the phones start ringing off the hook in the apartments surrounding mine. I thought "For fuck's sake." I know what that means.
I heard a knock on my door, which should be impossible. It was Ejay with Tobacco Pipe 2. Security just lets people up because they don't want to look incompetent. Telecom must be broken. They just swipe their master cards and send everyone up unannounced. It makes perfect sense to a Catholic Toddler imbecile. Of course, it's completely insane.
nb. I live in arguably one of nicest apartment buildings in Rockwell, only recently 'completed'. You know Toddlers. They're not good with deadlines. In 5-10 years, some of the 'unimportant' things will be finalised. Like the pool.
I said "Ejay what the fuck are you doing here." He explained it was my fault because my phone was off. I had to tell him to leave because like I said, he just showed up unannounced. He handed me the box with Pipe 2 in it as I was gently shoving him out of my apartment. It is not easy to get rid of a Toddler who is imposing, because all they can think about is...?
ME ME ME.
nb. We were talking about butane torches and he decided he wanted to make me one. I had told him not to worry about it. He ignored me, because he thought I was just being polite. I didn't give a fuck about his worrying, because I'm not a fucking fake Catholic. I didn't need a fucking butane torch, so I insisted. No torch. He ignored me, because that's what politeness is all about. This entire world consists almost exclusively of horrifying demented creeps. When he showed up unannounced at my front door, I was engaged. He kept trying to light this butane lamp / torch thing which he had made himself and the flame was 4 inches high and billowing black smoke. I told him a butane torch only has a blue flame as I was evicting him, telling him not to show up unannounced ever again.
Tobacco Pipe 3. It's funny how with Christians, favors are immaculately conceived inside their stupid unsolicited heads.
They just want to please.
Earlier I'd given him 3000 peso because of the Cherry v Lexus thing. He didn't really understand it, because of course Cherry was not being honest with him. He had reminded Cherry to give Lexus my number, in front of Lexus.
Cherry and Lexus had a bit of a clash, because Lexus is like "WTF. So give it to me."
Cherry didn't want to.
ME ME ME.
He was in mild pain trying to 'work' it out whilst he was relating the insane dramatics. I understood everything about 40 seconds into his telling me about it, so I cut him off and gave him 3000 for the angst which was kinda my fault. Nothing is ever really my fault in this world of Toddlers, but he had been emotionally shaken by it all so I felt bad. He would not have been hurting if it were not for me. So I gave him 3000 which is a fortune for people who live on a couple hundred peso a day. I'm just that amazing and I don't like it when I 'cause' suffering. It's been the source of 90% of the horror and the insanity inflicted upon my life.
So all up, he had 6000 peso from me for no return from him. I'm not going to call it a "mistake" but you have to be pretty stable and sane to be generous in a Catholic world of demented Toddler greed. I can get away with it now, but when I was younger my 'generosity' very nearly killed me on multiple occasions. But instead of killing me, it just sent me insane.
Insanity is viral. It's why we need to kill billions of people. But that's never going to happen. So insanity is just going to breed, and scream their human children insane.
My phone was off for a reason. My phone remained off after I had to gently drag him out of my apartment, at which point, his Christian Compassion started percolating.
Toddlers are too stupid to lie, so they tell you the truth whilst they're lying. I didn't request another tobacco pipe. I didn't even open the box for Pipe 2. ROFL can you guess why he jumped straight to Pipe 3?
He just wants to please.
I did not request any such thing. He's confused by his failures (multiple) to deliver on my request (singular). It's an easy mistake to make.
Demented unsolicited screams.
I'm not remotely confused. He used MY Cherry/Lexus PITY money on an unsolicited Pipe 3. I hadn't looked at Pipe 2 but I'm 'bright' enough to know I don't need to bother looking inside that box.
I was in a good mood when I woke up, as I have been on almost every day of my life. Staying in a good mood in a world of Toddler screaming is another matter, altogether.
Polite Toddlers are SO FUCKING RUDE, it takes all kinds of restraint not to bitch-slap their demented faces. He's telling me what I want after I gave him four pictures of the simplest fucking thing in the world. It's my fault, you understand; my fault he cannot look at a picture. I don't want a fucking bong. I don't want anything. I want him to fuck off and leave me alone.
That's never going to happen in a World of Toddler Insanity. Have you ever interacted with the Hospitality Industry? They just want to please. They're incapable of doing anything but scream.
Can you spot the emotional con?
He just wants to be good to me.
He's sorry about disturbing me. But not really. Apologies are Catholic. I fucking hate them, because just like Politeness, they were invented to allow creeps to think it's okay to be insane. Insanity. SORRY! Insanity. SORRY. You live in a world of insanity, but everyone is very apologetic.
"I SAID I'M SORRY. GOSH. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME."
We all make mistakes. We'd make a lot less if there were no such thing as a fucking Apology; because what the fuck is an Apology
worth?
I've had enough of this demented Catholic emotional sleaze.
He wants to TEACH me. I'm toying with the idea of bitch-slapping his demented face for being so horrifyingly insulting.
He's sorry for disturbing me.
He's sorry he disturbs me every time.
Do you really think he's sorry, or do you understand that Catholics say whatever they think is crafty? They don't mean a damn thing they say because they're taught to lie from the first moment they're impressionable.
Well it would be rude to tell the Truth. They're taught to be Polite, instead. SEVEN BILLION Catholic Toddlers and you morons cannot understand what I mean when I say we're all Catholic Toddlers?
You all lie so much it's horrifying. 95% of the time you don't even realise you're LYING. Failure to disclose? LYING. Thinking better of saying something? LYING. Worried about how it will be received? LYING. Unsure whether you'll sound stupid? LYING. We're conditioned to lie, 'instinctively' by FILTHY TODDLER WHORES who didn't want us to be RUDE in public.
It would make them look bad.
But I know how rude you get when people talk about your mother.
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