Manny that was pretty pathetic. You missed. Maybe you should get that window installed in your stomach so you can still see with your head jammed up your ass.
All right you fucksticks! Now that Omni is dickless(as if he wasn’t before right?), we can get down to business.
First of all, Chef: Stop fucking fantasizing about being a sailor again. It is making me sick! Why don’t you stick a lit M80 up your ass, 'cause it’s the only bang you’ll ever get!
Omni, What’s the matter, you’re not insecure enough already? You chase cars and bark at them, you uneducable, dung slurping, misanthropic dependent of a foul-smelling telephone solicitor.
Flyp, sometimes it seems like you are honestly trying to be something other than the complete cock-biting bitch that you are, but I don’t care. You just don’t seem to get the concept of “other people” do you? You have the aptitude of a stale spaghetti noodle. Screw you.
“It is now proved beyond doubt that smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics.”
A Notice From ‘FLAME’ (Felching Lame Ass Morons Embassy) –
“No animals were actually harmed in the production of this flame war. Also, the role of ‘tiny cow’ was played by a stunt-double.”
Thank you for your attention. You may resume hostilities.
Dr. Watson
“It’s a subliminal job, but nobody has to do it.”
Is this that Y2K thing they were talkin about???
Okay, why don’t the two of you just give it a fucking rest now? Each of you has your head stuck so far up the other’s ass that you look like you’ve switched bodies. Perhaps that explains the typos. Anyhow, somewhere, somehow, Sigmund Freud is reading those “yer mama” cracks and smiling. Get a life, or get a terminal disease and clear some room in this world for the people who have better things to do than engage in trite virtual sadomasochistic mutual masturbation. You both can suck my used tampons, you goat-raping, rat-stuffing inbred sons of a syphillitic gutterslut and a one-eyed midget named “Klaus”. Your conception was drug-induced, and your appearance reflects that fact. Fuck off and die.
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
very very good neuro applaudes
“Do or do not, there is no try” - Yoda
The only thing that’s making you sick is the quart of spunk from the Brazilian soccer team you blew last night. I told you not to swallow…those boys have been in training.
Now stop speaking to your betters, you clap-festered dick-cheese factory.
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
:::making a mental note: Don’t piss neuro off:::
Gee, Omni, if your dick is so big, how did manny miss it?
Must be a real tiny table it’s stretched across. Something from the Barbie collection, maybe?
Sacred cows make the best hamburgers. - Mark Twain
I haven’t mentioned it in a while, but NTG, you’re my favorite person in the whole world.
Or at least this board.
Any chance of you’re visiting WA any time soon? I have some co-workers I’d love for you to meet. . . and crush.
-andros-
Hey, my name is Klaus. If I wasn’t so darned short, and could see a little better, I’d kick your ass!
And since this is the Pit, allow me to add:
You’re all a bunch of fucking losers!
Now that we proved we all can act like children with potty mouths who wants cake?
What kind of cake?
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Toilet deodorant cakes, of course.
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Oh, who needs to be euphemistic? It’s called a urinal cake, you rug-muncher.
And I just made a whole big tray of nice, big, fresh urinal cakes…and you can’t have any.
“Buffalo Bills? Oh, yeah. The guys that always snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.” --WallyM7
Love your sig, Libby.
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Oh, bite me, you fucking Canuck. Why don’t you just go back to your igloo with Nanook and leave me alone? You wouldn’t know real football if it attached a handle to the ball and shoved it up your ass. In fact, that and ice fishing is your idea of a fun Saturday night, but I digress.
So, in short, lick my ass. I’ll even pour maple syrup on it first.
ChefTroy:
That was pretty good, and I really hate to point this out, but you mispelled “borborygmus”. Sorry.
I find you strangely arousing, neuro-trash grrl.
Oh, Christ, you cracked me up, Libby. 
You’ve still got it.
::Note to self: Don’t mess with Drain::
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Did someone say urinal cakes? Yummmm! They make your breath minty fresh!
“You both can suck my used tampons, you goat-raping, rat-stuffing inbred sons of a syphillitic gutterslut and a one-eyed midget named “Klaus”.”
–NTG