Look at the bright side-- you’re probably not as bad as ralph124c. Yet.
They’d get more bills if there were boobs attached to that basket.
I’d like to know where this magical, mystical place of the OP thinks exists. Where the public transportation gets you anywhere, the rent is cheap, the weather is a balmy 72 degrees, and where you can moan and complain and be totally self centered and the townsfolk find that CHARMING.
Now you’ve done it. Second Stone will arrive shortly to challenge–repeatedly!–your dehumanizing reference to women as Baskets of Boobs.
Post it in the pit, where In vino veritas becomes In pitus atrocitas.
But fear not, I’ll only say good things about you.
Where are all the Second Stones
Been banned, everyone!
I always love this. All it needs is, “as can be proved by the outpouring of support offered to me in emails and PMs. And on the nightly news. And in the President’s State of the Union address.”
I am not sure this guy is qualified to speak on behalf of the Majority, Silent or otherwise.
Banned?:eek: Why, that’s like genocide!
About complaining, yep, it’s not something people love listening to and some don’t have any tolerance for it at all. However, most people will want to be helpful.
The problem is sometimes complaining is blaming.
Here’s the difference:
If someone says “I’ve got a huge headache” they might get an offer of a Tylenol.
But if someone says “I’ve got a huge headache because you all are such meanies” the response may be more like “Why don’t you go take a Tylenol you whiner.”
I think it might be Albuquerque,
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
And the towels are oh so fluffy
Where the Shriner’s and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long
And anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel
… Weird Al says so, anyway.
Not known to many, but there is a secret group within this MB. They communicate and decide whose turn it is in the barrel. If you are chosen, it means they love you!
Enjoy it Protoboard. Love is all around you.
Look dude, my yocto-violin factory is already working overtime to meet the demand from whiny self-entitled people all over the world. Get in line.
Well, I was picturing more of a Basket with Boobs. Then something, something, genocide.
TEMPT ME NO FURTHER!
Ooh, Hark at Biggus Dickus and his Latin insults…
ralph124c, however, has never shown the slightest indication he cares what people think of him.
Of is aware of it.
Or is aware of anything much at all.
The highest order of insults are always said in Latin. That way no one understands what was said to who or why, or what it even means. It’s that insulting.
I think it’s called Mayberry. I saw some TV documentaries about it back in the '60s.
Meanwhile, since 2002 I’ve been living on the flanks of the Big Rock Candy Mountain. That’s pretty nice, if a bit sticky on wet days.
Big Rock Candy Mountain?
Isn’t that just as you pass out of Molasses Swamp, after going through the Peppermint forest, and just before Gumdrop Mountain?