my identity

[Anonymous]

I didn't say she went to RMA. I did. And when I needed to jerk off, I'd just break out her video which I snuck on campus. Who knows what college she was at when they filmed it. Probably some shithole. Same place she got her wannabe juco psych degree.

I'll dub you a copy if you want. She gets splashed in the face hard, you'll love it.

[Anonymous]

But here's the problem.  That
            bastard cashed a bad check
            downstairs and gave you as a
            reference.  They'll be looking for
            both of you.  Yeah, I know, but you
            can't judge a book by its cover,
            Lucy.  Some people are just
            basically rotten... Anyway, the
            last thing you want to do is call
            this hotel again; they'll trace the
            call and put you straight behind
            bars... no, I'm moving to the
            Tropicana right away.  I have to
            go, they've got the phone tapped.
            Yeah, I know, it was horrible, but
            it's all over now... OH MY GOD!
            THEY'RE KICKING THE DOOR DOWN! No!  Get away from me!  I'm innocent!
            It was Duke!  I swear to God!
  No, I don't know where she is.
            You'll never catch Lucy!  She's
            gone!  I swear, I don't know where
            she is!  DON'T PUT THAT THING ON ME! Well.  That's that.  She's probably
            stuffing herself down the
            incinerator about now.  That's the
            last we should be hearing from Lucy. Where's the opium? I remember slumping on the bed, his
            performance had given me a bad jolt.
            For a moment I thought his mind had
            snapped -- that he actually believed
            he was being attacked by invisible
            enemies.  But the room was quiet
            again.
Jesus... what kind of monster
            client have you picked up this time?
            There's only one source for this
            stuff -- the adrenaline gland from
            a living human body!I know, but the guy didn't have any
            cash to pay me.  He's one of these
            Satanism freaks.  He offered me
            human blood -- said it would take
            me higher than I've ever been in my
            life.  I thought he was kidding, so I told
            him I'd just as soon have an ounce
            or so of pure adrenochrome -- or
            maybe just a fresh adrenaline gland
            to chew on.
   I could already feel the stuff
            working on me -- the first wave
            felt like a combination of mescaline
            and methedrine -- maybe I should
            take a swim, I thought... Yeah, they nailed this guy for
            child molesting.  He swore he
            didn't do it. "Why should I fuck
            with children?" he says. "They're
            too small." Christ, werewolf is
            entitled to legal counsel.  I
            didn't dare turn the creep down.
            He might have picked up a letter
            opener and gone after my pineal
            gland!FINISH THE FUCKING STORY!  What
            happened?!  What about the glands? What kind of rat-bastard psychotic
            would play that song -- right now,
            at this moment?

[Anonymous]

shutup queer

[Anonymous]

On 2005-11-28 03:28:00, Anonymous wrote:

"You people are so awful. Annie is the closest thing to a saint that I hvae ever seen. She is the sweetest, most wonderful, most understanding person in the world. If you don't recognize that, there is something seriously amiss with you.



She came to these posts to learn and to be helpful. If you could not be helped by her, there is something wrong with you guys. All she wants to do is recreate CEDU so she can save lives and all you want to do is destroy her.



I can only pray that some day I will be as wonderful, understanding, sweet, kind, and dear as she is. She is brilliant, kind, and the best person I have ever known. You all are mean and spiteful. We are so fortunate that she wants to use her many gifts to change the world.



I've printed out all of your posts and we'll just see how superior you feel when you hear from her attorney!



Have a nice day!



 :wave: "

a saint who gets pissed on, on tape, for cash money. good camerawork in that movie though. captures her emotion. i think her daughter co starred

[Anonymous]

Sorry - I was posting sarcastically as her defender. The last two posts about how wonderful she is were me. However, all the other "anonymous" was not me. Frankly, I think those posts were Annie herself pretending to be defending her. I believe she's here - I tried to make it obvious that I was being sarcastic, but I failed. What does that tell you? That tells you that Annie and her friends are such nut-jobs that no matter how extreme you make it, it actually looks like them! Wow. What assholes.

[Anonymous]

Haha yeah man, a worthy stab at a funny joke, but Annie has popped up so many times under so many names, so many bag-heads, and using so many different writing styles that it's turned into a witchhunt. Fortunately, it's an easy witchhunt, because Annie is such a miserable person that anyone who seriously stands up for her is obviously her.

It did cross my mind that you weren't actually Annie though. No matter how hard she tries, the way to always tell if it's Annie is if it looks like the person who wrote the post was sitting there with a thesauraus the whole time trying to make themselves sound like an intellect.

KarenInDallas, Ottawa1-5, gentiana, Annie Hall - I know you're reading this. I just ordered my own copy of your college piss tape, can't wait to see you polish off the psych professor in the final scene!

[former CEDU therapist]

Oh, god - you're funny! What great points you make! Sitting there with a thesaurus! Ha, ha, ha!! Oh, that is HER!!!!

[Anonymous]

A way out west there was a fella,
                         fella I want to tell you about, fella
                         by the name of Jeff Lebowski.  At
                         least, that was the handle his lovin'
                         parents gave him, but he never had
                         much use for it himself.  This
                         Lebowski, he called himself the Dude.  
                         Now, Dude, that's a name no one would
                         self-apply where I come from.  But
                         then, there was a lot about the Dude
                         that didn't make a whole lot of sense
                         to me.  And a lot about where he
                         lived, like- wise.  But then again,
                         maybe that's why I found the place
                         s'durned innarestin'.
They call Los Angeles the City of
                         Angels.  I didn't find it to be that
                         exactly, but I'll allow as there are
                         some nice folks there.  'Course, I
                         can't say I seen London, and I never
                         been to France, and I ain't never
                         seen no queen in her damn undies as
                         the fella says.  But I'll tell you
                         what, after seeing Los Angeles and
                         thisahere story I'm about to unfold--
                         wal, I guess I seen somethin' ever'
                         bit as stupefyin' as ya'd see in any
                         a those other places, and in English
                         too, so I can die with a smile on my
                         face without feelin' like the good
                         Lord gypped me.
Now this story I'm about to unfold
                         took place back in the early nineties--
                         just about the time of our conflict
                         with Sad'm and the Eye-rackies.  I
                         only mention it 'cause some- times
                         there's a man--I won't say a hee-ro,
                         'cause what's a hee-ro?--but sometimes
                         there's a man.And I'm talkin' about the Dude here--
                         sometimes there's a man who, wal,
                         he's the man for his time'n place,
                         he fits right in there--and that's
                         the Dude, in Los Angeles.
  ...and even if he's a lazy man, and
                         the Dude was certainly that--quite
                         possibly the laziest in Los Angeles
                         County.   ...which would place him high in the
                         runnin' for laziest worldwide--but
                         sometimes there's a man. . . sometimes
                         there's a man.
 Wal, I lost m'train of thought here.  
                         But--aw hell, I done innerduced him
                         enough.






  What the fuck are you talking about?!  
                         This Chinaman is not the issue!  I'm
                         talking about drawing a line in the
                         sand, Dude.  Across this line you do
                         not, uh--and also, Dude, Chinaman is
                         not the preferred, uh. . . Asian-
                         American.  Please.

[Anonymous]

great movie. too bad you're a queer and you're ruining it.

[Anonymous]

"Like a Virgin" is all about a
girl who digs a guy with a big
dick. The whole song is a
metaphor for big dicks

No it's not. It's about a girl
who is very vulnerable and she's
been fucked over a few times.
Then she meets some guy who's
really sensitive--


--Whoa...whoa...time out Greenbay.
Tell that bullshit to the
tourists.

Toby...who the fuck is Toby?
Toby...Toby...think...think...
think...

It's not about a nice girl who
meets a sensitive boy. Now
granted that's what "True Blue" is
about, no argument about that.


Which one is "True Blue?"


You don't remember "True Blue?"
That was a big ass hit for
Madonna. Shit, I don't even
follow this Tops In Pops shit, and
I've at least heard of "True
Blue."


Look, asshole, I didn't say I
ain't heard of it. All I asked
was how does it go? Excuse me
for not being the world's biggest
Madonna fan.

I hate Madonna

I like her early stuff. You know,
"Lucky Star," "Borderline" - but
once she got into her "Papa Don't
Preach" phase, I don't know, I
tuned out.

Hey, fuck all that, I'm
making a point here. You're gonna
make me lose my train
of thought.

Oh fuck, Toby's that little china
girl.

What's that?


I found this old address book in a
jacket I ain't worn in a coon's
age. Toby what? What the fuck
was her last name?


Where was I?


You said "True Blue" was about a
nice girl who finds a sensitive
fella. But "Like a Virgin" was a
metaphor for big dicks

Let me tell ya what "Like a
Virgin"'s about. It's about some
cooze who's a regular fuck
machine.
I mean all the time, morning, day,
night, afternoon, dick, dick,
dick, dick, dick,
dick, dick, dick, dick, dick,
dick.

How many dicks was that?


A lot.

Then one day she meets a John
Holmes motherfucker, and it's
like, whoa baby. This mother
fucker's like Charles Bronson in
"The Great Escape." He's diggin
tunnels. Now she's gettin this
serious dick action, she's feelin
something she ain't felt since
forever. Pain.

Chew? Toby Chew? No.


It hurts. It hurts her. It
shouldn't hurt. Her pussy should
be Bubble-Yum by now. But when
this cat fucks her, it hurts. It
hurts like the first time. The
pain is reminding a fuck machine
what is was like to be a virgin.
Hence, "Like a Virgin."


Wong?

Fuck you, wrong. I'm right! What
the fuck do you know about it
anyway? You're still listening to
Jerry-fucking-Vale.

Not wrong, dumb ass, Wong! You
know, like the Chinese name?

Have you guys been listening to K-
BILLY's super sounds of the
seventies weekend?

Yeah, it's fuckin great isn't it?

Can you believe the songs they
been playin?
No, I can't. You know what I
heard the other day? "Heartbeat -
It's Lovebeat," by little Tony
DeFranco and the DeFranco Family.
I haven't heard that since I was
in fifth fuckin grade.


When I was coming down here, I was
playin it. And "The Night the
Lights Went Out in Georgia" came
on. Now I ain't heard that song
since it was big, but when it was
big, I heard it a million-
trillion times. I'm listening to
it this morning, and this was the
first time I ever realized that
the lady singing the song, was the
one who killed Andy.

You didn't know Vicki Lawrence
killed the guy?

I thought the cheatin wife shot
Andy.

They say it in the song

I know, I heard it. I musta zoned
out whenever that part came on
before. I thought when she said
that little sister stuff, she was
talkin about her sister- in-law,
the cheatin wife.

No, she did it. She killed the
cheatin wife, too.

You know the part in "Gypsies,
Tramps and Theives," when she says
"Poppa woulda shot his if he knew
what he'd done?" I could never
figure out what he did.

Can I get anybody more
coffee.

No, we're gonna be hittin it.
I'll take care of the check

Here ya go. Please pay at the
register, if you wouldn't mind.


You guys have a wonderful day

I'll take care of this, you guys
leave the tip.

Okay, everybody cough up green for
the little lady.

C'mon, throw in a buck.

Uh-uh. I don't tip.

Whaddaya mean you don't tip?

I don't believe in it.

You don't believe in tipping?

I love this kid, he's a madman,
this guy.

Do you have any idea what these
ladies make? They make shit.

Don't give me that. She don't
make enough money, she can quit.

I don't even know a Jew who'd have
the balls to say that. So let's
get this straight. You never ever
tip?

I don't tip because society says I
gotta. I tip when somebody
deserves a tip. When somebody
really puts forth an effort, they
deserve a little something extra.
But this tipping automatically,
that shit's for the birds. As far
as I'm concerned, they're just
doin their job.

Our girl was nice.

Our girl was okay. She didn't do
anything special.

What's something special, take ya
in the kitchen and suck your dick?

I'd go over twelve percent for
that.

Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've
been here a long fuckin time, and
she's only filled my cup three
times. When I order coffee, I
want it filled six times.

What if she's too busy?

The words "too busy" shouldn't be
in a waitress's vocabulary.

Excuse me, Mr. White, but the last
thing you need is another cup of
coffee.

These ladies aren't starvin to
death. They make minimum wage.
When I worked for minimum wage, I
wasn't lucky enough to have a job
that society deemed tipworthy.

Ahh, now we're getting down to it.
It's not just that he's a cheap
bastard--

But it's also
he couldn't get a waiter job. You
talk like a pissed off dishwasher:
"Fuck those cunts and their
fucking tips."

So you don't care that they're
counting on your tip to live?

Do you know what this is? It's
the world's smallest violin,
playing just for the waitresses

You don't have any idea what
you're talking about. These
people bust their ass. This
is a hard job.

So's working at McDonald's, but
you don't feel the need to tip
them. They're servin ya food, you
should tip em. But no, society
says tip these guys over here, but
not those guys over there. That's
bullshit.

They work harder than the kids at
McDonald's.

These people are taxed on the tips
they make. When you stiff 'em,
you cost them money.

Waitressing is the number one
occupation for female non-college
graduates in this country. It's
the one jab basically any woman
can get, and make a living on.
The reason is because of tips.

Fuck all that.

Hey, I'm very sorry that the
government taxes their tips.
That's fucked up. But that ain't
my fault. it would appear that
waitresses are just one of the
many groups the government fucks
in the ass on a regular basis.
You show me a paper says the
government shouldn't do that, I'll
sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll
vote for it. But what I won't do
is play ball. And this non-
college bullshit you're telling
me, I got two words for that:
"Learn to fuckin type." Cause if
you're expecting me to help out
with the rent, you're in for a big
fuckin surprise.

[Anonymous]

If people want to rant and rave all day about stupid shit like how everyone else is a loser and how we're going to sue people we don't like, then I'm just going to keep on wasting space on shit like above. Got it!? Stop fucking around and get to the point. Want to call people names and poke fun, go somewhere else and do it. Start your own post, beacuse reading what everyone has been saying, I might as well read something mildly entertaining like funny movie quotes. Don't like it? Too bad!

[Anonymous]

Here you go again, trying to tell me what to do. Well fuck you, I'll talk shit about everyone right here in this post. And then I'll go find a post about someone's summit experience and I'll talk shit about people there too. And all the other people on this site will join me and talk shit about Annie Hall everywhere we can. Motherfucker we'll go to the Kids Helping Kids forum and talk shit about Annie THERE. Actually, they already are talking shit about her there. So fuck you. I will post whatever I like wherever I like, and you can kiss my ass the whole way through.

[Anonymous]

you're a sad sad little man

[Anonymous]

I need to apologize again - I posted twice as an Ottawa admirer. It was sarcasm. However, she's so far off the deep end that I was unable to exaggerate to the point that it was obvious! I'm sorry!

You guys - I don't know what you're fighting about. But please be aware that I am the person who posted anonymously in that smart-ass style with the stupid "have a nice day" that Ottawa uses sometimes wiht the stupid waving icon. She sometimes puts that crap at the end of her aggressive and hostile posts.

Please don't take the last two pro-Ottawa posts seriously. They were mine. However, someone else WAS posting in support of her. I don't know who that person is.

I was not trying to start something bad here. It was humor. Stupid humor, it seems. Sorry.

[Anonymous]

You should be sorry you piece of shit! Shut the fuck up about this Annie Hall person, or whoever she is. Jesus you people are fucking annoying.