Mike: "Dude, Why don't we quit our dead end job and write for a magazine or somethi–HOLY FUCK! I WANT TO STAB KAREL MARQUEZ's FACE WITH MY PENIS! LIKE RIGHT NOW!
Miggy: "Quit our job? Are you fucking kidding me? And do what? Write for a magazine? Then what? Spend the rest of our lives writing weak, apologetic shit? I don't think so."
Mike: [getting depressed] "Why do you always have to shoot me down? All I'm saying is that we're running dangerously low on readily salable skills and we're not really good at anything. All we're ever good for is writing inappropriate, disgusting stuff on the internet and generally alienating people. I mean sure, we've made it quite far in our career but soon enough, somebody's going to find out that we're nothing but a bunch of frauds and call us out on it. What do you suppose we do then?"
Miggy: "And all I'm saying is that It's good and all that you're planning but you've got your priorities all mixed up. What we really need to do right now is drop 70 large on a new MacBook so we can look good when we hang out in coffee shops and get noticed by females–you know ones that are not our mother."
Mike: "Well first, that's the dumbest fucking Idea I've ever heard and second, you are acting like a little bitch."
Miggy: "Well first you're what doctors would refer to as 'obese'; second, you are a lonely, creepy man and I hate you."
Mike: "Well, mister-I'm-going-to-impress-girls-by-putting-hot-sauce-on-my-bird, I hate you too. And if you're going to continue being an asshole throwing vituperations at me, I'm just going to walk away and leave." [stands up]
Miggy: "Fine. See if I care"
Mike: "I am going to masturbate. Really hard."
Miggy: "Go on, leave and beat your dick like it owes you money. Afterall, that is how you deal with all your problems isn't it? Everytime you're faced with a problem you can't handle, you run away from it and play with your bird like the coward you are. When will you start handling your problems like a real man instead of running and seeking the familiar comfort lotion on your penis offers you.
Mike: [Standing wobbly with shorts around ankles, putting lotion on bird, crying] "Go away!"
Miggy: "Don't forget your picture of Morgan Freeman"
Mike: [still sobbing, masturbating, takes picture] "Thanks"
Mike "Fucking" Villar
"a Manila-based blogger made famous by his Atrocities of Friendster series, a regular feature he publishes on his blog where he mercilessly criticizes and mocks pictures of ugly people he stumbles upon on popular social networking site, Friendster. Although a lot of people are offended by what he writes, long-time readers of his blog regard him as a brilliant satire writer."
-Taken from my WikiBios page
