He was our dear friend, and his loss is a traumatic one, I know your pain!
But rather than dwell on the loss of this fine, fine poster, we must celebrate his short time with us.
In quick and effecient fashion, he shared with us hiw patience, his love and respect of women both as a gender and as individuals. He gave us great advice, and I for one shudder to think of a future without his sweet gentle guidance.
He loved us all equally, except for me…he loved me best of all. I can still hear his sweet words.sigh The emptiness is staggering.
How will we replace him?
Where can we find another man of his calibre?
*WHY! WHY? * do these dreadful things happen??
Oh, the tender words, the razor sharp wit, the kindness!
I invite you all to share your most fond memories of him…
and for the love of god, stop posting on the thread he started, it will make him smug.
Probably the most somber thing about PitBull leaving is that a new poster will surely come along and take his place. Oh sure, the handle and the person may be different, but the idiocy and worthlessness will continue.
You can feel free to call me Mr. Tied for 26th place on the favorite poster’s list.
Ding, Dong, the PitBull’s dead!
Which old PitBull?
The Wicked PitBull.
Ding, Dong the PitBullDawg is dead.
Wake up you sleepy head…
well, you all know the rest.
We can only console ourselves in the solid knowledge and belief that, with his passing, the average IQ here increased by 40 points.
He has gone on to his just reward, and we can only rejoice. May he find his new home among Catholics and women a fitting reward for the time he spent among us.
The wake will be held at Down and Dirty Club on Hwy. 51. Mourners are expected to post bond money in advance.
Hold on everyone!! He’s not dead! It was all a mistake…
I just saw that he posted on the “Captain Ed: Racist Scumbag” thread. How can this happen? Was there no autopsy done?! I admit his brain is dead, but still HE LIVES! I guess we can just take him to get neutered, but then again, I guess he already proved he had no balls to begin with…
::::::weeping unabashedly and uncontrollablely::::::
Alas, poor PitBullDawg, I knew him well…
So long dear friend, stalwart upholder of women’s rights, long-suffering in your love and compassion, you will be missed, you will be missed as much as a sharp stick in the eye.
kellibelli: Your finest hour!
Phaedrus, Defender of Truth, Justice, and the Native American Way
Having unwittedly (and fortunately) never have read his posts while he was still with us, I can only comment on the great body of prose he has left behind for us to hand down to the generatios to come.
Someday, we will gather our Grandchildren together atop a mountain, or perhaps in a leafy glen, and teach in the old fashioned way just how one boy could inspire in so many people to join together in utter contempt and despite for one person.
Friends, Let us remember Pitbulldawg,
immature,
chauvenist,
asshole.
(that a good Eulogy?)
John Larrigan
“82.35% of all statistics are made up on the spot”–Vic Reeves
"…to get to this thing called Life–Electric Word Life, that means forever, and that’s a mighty long time.
But I’m here to tell yah…there’s something else: the After World. A world of neverending happiness; you can always see the sun…day…or night.
So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills, you know the one: Dr. Everything’ll Be alright. Instead of wondering how much of your time is left, ask him how much of your mind, baby. 'Cause in this life, things are much harder than the After World…this life, you’re on your own. And if the elevator tries to break you down, go *crazy…
Punch out!*" (begin rocking out sequence)
Sorry, but every single time I look at the title of this thread, that’s what goes through my mind.
I used to think the world was against me. Now I know better: Some of the smaller countries are neutral.
Yea, even as we cope with our grief and loss we can find comfort in the sure resurrection of our late, lamentable companion. To be sure, we see signs of his continued life in the presence of yet another “animal” poster.
Mr. Ed has come to us in our hour of grief. PitBullDawg is dead but Mr. Ed appears, a talking horse who admittedly talks out of the opposite end.
But no matter, he has risen again, like solid matter in a septic tank.
::wipes sentimental tear::
Mourners are encouraged to stick the little purple funeral flags on the car fenders and not wave them out the windows, whooping and cheering and tossing beer bottles.
And do pull that copulating couple from atop the casket. They might get splinters from the plywood.
