I will NOT publish any further ironic stories from the friends of Derek Erdman.
This is a webpage to share the REAL ways in which he has ruined your life.
This is NOT a joke and your irony will NOT stand.
In short STOP SENDING IN BUFFOONERY!
I consider the blatant support for Derek Erdman alarming.
birdsicecreamandwhales asked: derek erdman was supposed to marry me and my wife. instead he moved to seatle.
ugh on him. so sad.
One time I went to Seattle and it was like the only time in the history of Erdman living in Seattle that he didn’t have an event. So yeah, he ruined my life too.
Proof what a pervert he is and I will NOT publish that filth. I suspect he sent this himself! This is NOT a joke you pervert!
I’m NOT surprised that Derek Erdman is unreliable.
Still refuses to “get together”.
I had an interesting interaction with Derek: we never met. One time I was supposed to meet him AND THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN. Now over a year later he came across the country, in a direction that almost would have landed him close to me, but he refused to continue in that direction for a few hundred miles or even go a little bit north.
I guess I’m mad that he ruined my life.
Also I bought one of his paintings (and I’m not giving it back).
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maybe we will walk around the lake and he will tell me the truth. i’m so eager for truth, even knowing that nothing is true. the contradictions that D. E. had bestowed upon me, drove me batty. i couldnt stop talking about him, to myself, to other people. so i had to abandon his battiness, but i miss it all the time.This poor woman. She doesn’t realize the damage he has done to her.
he told me i broke his heart
i was never sure if he was serious or not. he moves fast like a 1000 horsepowers. i want to believe that i couldnt keep up not that he is full of it. at least he is having fun, making fun of all of us. wait. is he? i cant tell again. maybe we will walk around the lake and he will tell me the truth. i’m so eager for truth, even knowing that nothing is true. the contradictions that D. E. had bestowed upon me, drove me batty. i couldnt stop talking about him, to myself, to other people. so i had to abandon his battiness, but i miss it all the time. what would have become of us had we hid away in west seattle? i wanted to abandon the world, but D.E. is a material man, he makes lots of things and i am in the clouds. a million miles away, he if of a different place, be it heavenly or helley. i couldnt say that he is ordinary. a man who buys me tampons at the gas station confused me to no end, but in no way ruined a thing. a man who buys me tampons at the gas station is no ordinary man.
