My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my PC screen And I can't see not606 at all And even if I could it'll all be gray Put brb's picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear brb I wrote you but still ain't posting' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two PM's back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem with the server or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, **** it, what's been up? Man how's Commachio? I hear Custards pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her? I'm a name her Chief I read about your DMD mod story too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground **** that you did with BBC606 I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the **** you did with The GC too, that **** was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Stan Dear brb, you still ain't called or PM'd, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just think it's ****ed up you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your house You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old and a virgin We waited in the blistering cold for you, For four hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty ****ty man, you're like his ****in' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Gillingham, you said if I'd write you you would write back See I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in your posts So when I have a ****ty day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got **** else so that **** helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend Sweats is jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you Brb, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans" This will be the last PM I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two PM's I wrote the username on 'em perfect So this is my YouTube vid I'm sending you, I hope you watch it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the M5 Hey brb, I drank a fifth of vodka You dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I love you brb, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me See brb, shut up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk! Hey brb, that's my girlfriend Sweats screamin' in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh ****, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this **** out? Meant to write you sooner but I just been busy modding Twitter You said your girlfriend's Sweats is pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother Matthew I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see your PM's, I must of missed them Don't think I did that **** intentionally just to diss you But what's this **** you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that **** just clownin' dog, come on, how ****ed up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this **** about us meant to be together? That type of **** will make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy **** I seen this one **** on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was, it was you Damn!
...all seems a bit too coincidental if you ask me ... and most people just pay the toll on the Severn Bridge .... albeit begrudgingly
I saw your post of desperation earlier by the way nonuts. I was referring to Kustard asking for a mod to check an account by starting a thread on GC btw.
