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Tori got a computer and started going online. A punk ass maximus college friend signed her guestbook as a friend she hooked up with in college, Steve. Tori didn't think Steve would be so crass in the guestbook because he, unlike everyone else from her past, had class. She e-mailed him anyway, he said it was Chad, and he gave her his e-mail address so she could bitch him out. So Tori e-mailed him and chewed him out for stalkng her online. He played it off like he was looking for a Madonna site in Indy, and her site came up on google. Anyway, she became friends with Steve again but they kept a professional distance. Steve was the only guy that he knew did his wife that Van was ever cool with, so she didn't have anything to worry about. Steve knew about Ray and all kinds of other random drama Tori went through and was happy she was happy now. He also said if she became single, they could hook up again. Tori said if she becomes single, he'll be the first person she tells. She hopes he isn't holding his breath.

Up here: Steve was quite the blue-eyed, brunette hottie. He made friends with his fast food co-workers and partied with them on occasion.
Below: Satan's pissed off, stuck-up attitude make quite an impression on Tori's co-workers!

Not everyone Tori bumped into online from her past was so nice and professional. These were guys that never got Heather-booty, of course. Tori guessed wrongly on their identities a couple of times. She assumed it was the last guy she did before Van, because they ended up bitter enemies after he talked smack about her and she confronted him on the phone. He blew her off and hung up on her, but when he saw her at a bar without Van, he tried talking to her. She yelled in his face and told him to fuck off. Then, she assumed it was Ben because he saw her with her family and was depressed. But Satan re-signed the guestbook asking who the hell Ben is. She remembered seeing someone coming through Taco Bell's drive-thru who looked like Satan, but she didn't ask his name. She was making food, trying to hurry so people could get on with their lives, and Satan was being a jerk to the cashier because he didn't feel he should have to pay 48-cents for an extra salsa with his taco salad. He demanded to see a manager, so Tori went to the window. He had a bad attitude and was really pissed off, probably because he didn't have 48-cents. He noticed the wedding ring after recognizing her and looked disappointed. But his face quickly turned back to anger because, dammit, he didn't want to pay fucking 48-cents! He drove off and left quite an unfavorable impression on everyone there. Considering he wasn't from the ghetto, which is where they were, they made fun of him more. He wasn't a poor, single mother who needed her money. He could kiss their asses. Tori was really relieved he was too good for her years ago. She couldn't imagine being with a guy and having him bitch and demand a manager over 48-cents.
Satan posed as "sexy" on her message board and complained how Tori was a smelly skank who needed to close her legs. He said he never ate her out for fucked her because the stench was too bad. She figured it wasn't anyone who'd been near her bush. Satan and pals thought they were so badass and kept joining her groups and signing her guestbook putting her down for everything they could think about. The best part was when they called her psycho yet gave no proof. She honstly pitied these people who had no lives.

Random people started defending Tori at her websites and guestbooks. These pals were mad at Tori's "Rules of Popularity" because they were the "popular" people. Well, they might as well have never gone to her site to begin with if she really were as pathetic as she said they are. They were also offended with her biography at classmates.com which told the stuck-up snobs to kiss her ass. Atleast they were smart enough to figure out whom she was talking to!
Satan and Pals impressed everyone and made new friends everywhere they went, obviously. They said Tori and Van were white trash and he was a janitor at a used car dealership. Tori dared them to call his dealership and ask for him before running their mouths about her being a liar. Some said he was a mechanic, although he worked in the office. (Since when does third-best dispatcher in the nation translate to mechanic anyway?) Nonetheless, technicians at Mercedes make $20 an hour and worked full-time hours with benefits. Other people worked as substitute teachers for the high school they should've left 10 years ago and made $50 a day without set schedules nor benefits.

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