Well I thought it was good. That entire situation blew over months ago. The creativity was certainly lacking. While he was busy gloating to everyone I simply walked up behind him and removed life from him by a shotgun blast to the back of the head. I could've come up with.
Nothing beats that for lameness.
I can think of worse. I'll take a wild guess here and say that DJ EZ Dick doesn't date much. Damn you, damn broccoli, and damn the wright brothers. I have gotten called hl. So then I wrote him a strongly worded letter saying that his violent out bursts should be kept to himself, and that he was ruining everybody's fun.