||[Jul. 15th, 2005|06:41 am]
I believe this has gone quite far enough, so now I shall explain myself.
My bike was not set on fire. This was just a social experiment. Because you people only gave me $30.66 to keep me from eating that hamburger, Ferrett laughed at me and told me that my internet friends didn't really care about me. I figured out this plan to try and prove him wrong. There had to be money involved because, well, no one cares about anything but money. I didn't really want to cheat anyone out of their hard-earned cash, or make them so suspicious of fellow lj-ers that they never open their pocketbooks to any worthy cause ever again. I just wanted to prove to a cynic what kind, generous, easily-gulled people you all are.
I'm sorry if you believed me and are upset. I promise to donate money to the bicycle burn ward at St. Crispin's Hospital, just as soon as I sell my autographed, first edition of Leonard Nimoy's poetry. Therefore you should just get over yourselves.
Oh, and all of you who picked on szandara just for questioning my story? Really and truly you're the bad people. She made sense and you should have believed her. Why would you fall for a story like this? What a bunch of rubes.
Anyway, my bad, sorry again! Hope none of you ever really gets sick or in an accident or anything, cuz, wow, lj people aren't going to be generous at all!!!