Hmm. Can we rename the "I hate Kaiser" thread yet? Mmmmkay?
Damn, we really could form a club!! (I think we've formed an unofficial one already.)
Kaiser was the master at playing everybody against each other. He'd whisper to Nick, don't trust Meat. To Meat, don't trust Nick. To me, Meat's an idiot, don't listen to him. To Meat, Dravyk's a cunt, don't trust his ass. And on and on and on around the middle, so everyone was in some way leary or against the other, and meanwhile al eyes were off of him. Fucking brilliant mother fucker. (Can I say that here? Well, whatever). The guy was a chip off of Sun Tsu, I have to hand THAT to him.
The Netpond drawing! My GAWD what fucking idiots everyone of us were then! It was RIGHT before our eyes. And none of us had a clue. Why? We did not suspect him, we all were green enough to give everybody the benefit of the doubt and that everybody was working to help the group as a whole.
It was in flashback, and Nick and I have had quite a few conversations about this over the years, that it came to us .... He picked the security guard and ADMITTED friend. He picked the person who was going to pick the number. The person who won signed up five minutes before the end of the signup period. He said they couldn't get a locked plexiglass box, and so with Netpond as the theme, the oversized fish bowl! Duh, duh, duh! ... And yet to everyone of us schmucks it seemed so reasonable and logical and innocent at the time!
Yup, master magician and asskisser is right!
... Oh yeah .. and dirty rat bastard scum-sucker low-life thief ... with a bad dye job!!
