Hmm. No -- I think we should stay on the subject of you as the comically pretentious I SCRIBBLER douchebag for a little longer. It's not quite played out yet. I haven't made enough references to drinking quarts of whole milk or extolling the wondrous virtues of the sandwich as portable sustenance to fuel the creative fires. I want to do that a few more times.Now c'mon. Back to arguing about rock and roll.
I think it's a prostate "stimulator." You know, for prostate health. I'm just saying. Health is important.Hey Michael, you have a spoon stuck to the side of your head.
Well, it's the internet and I got to the party before you so I don't care any more. You, scribbler, post toxic and the knuckle head recording the concert on an iphone - dickheads!
Pax that!
Hmm. No...
Did you just videotape that, too? Scribbler takes it on the chin, so it's all good. Where is Nurse Ratched? Mildred? Mildred? he must be pleased...hold on...could you guys do that again? I forgot to press record....
EDIT: DID YOU JUST DISS RADIOHEAD, MOTHERFUCKER?!?!?!
heh.
I guess that makes me the boss, right? Because no reasonable person could find any fault with you, only a completely unreasonable person like me. So anyone agreeing is obviously only following.But enough with you, as you are merely a sheep. A grocery clerk who takes orders and bags for your boss.
Well, that's not up to you, is it.It's going to get worse anyway, as you aforementioned, ugly.
I guess that makes me the boss, right? Because no reasonable person could find any fault with you, only a completely unreasonable person like me. So anyone agreeing is obviously only following.
You'd like to believe that. I suppose if I was you I'd like to believe it too. The horrible reality that most of the world thinks you're a clown is probably very difficult to bear.
Well, that's not up to you, is it.
Enjoy yourself at his tea party.Father Luke says hello.
lol.
no, really, laughed out fucking loud!
And here's the the rest of us trying to be all measured and polite!
Well just to jump on the bandwagon (of one) and lay my cards on the table (and whatever else stupid clichés you like) - homeless mind - you really are a dickhead.
You're the embarrassing fuckwit that turns up to a party. You weren't invited, you talk shit and bore people with your inane chatter but no one says anything because they don't want things to get uncomfortable... or worse, downright ugly.
Well, it's the internet and I got to the party before you so I don't care any more. You, scribbler, post toxic and the knuckle head recording the concert on an iphone - dickheads!
Pax that!
Yes....you were here before us. So what? Does that give you the right to blow your shit in my face?
That... Or just piss off.
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