If you’re interested, *Bricker already refuted your “fact” in the ATMB thread.
That’s gonna leave a mark.
Nah, if we’re gonna make a special rule for Dio, I’d settle for a limitation on the number of different posts he can make in the same thread insisting on the same thing.
That’s what she said.
After reading the rest of the thread - HOLY SHIT! SQUID!
Sorry I wrecked the fun you were having beating up a woman.
Apparently not judging from Dio’s responses.
In other news, “disagreeing with someone over the internet” now carries the same punishments as “physical assault.” The entire population of the country has been arrested.
You do all realise that Dio is right now masturbating furiously, pumped up by the thought that with all this attention he will break that 60000 post barrier by Thursday?
Yeah, whacking off, right this minute. Think about it.
Sweet. That’s two in one day. I’m on a roll!
Now that is just a waste of a perfectly good tire fire.
Going out on a limb here but…handy?
Man, you all are fucking tedious.

Man, you all are fucking tedious.
And here you are once again to kiss his ass.
We are a consistent board tis true.

And here you are once again to kiss his ass.
We are a consistent board tis true.
Who’s ass am I kissing? I’m calling you tedious. You’d be a one-trick pony, but there’s not much trick, here.

Sorry I wrecked the fun you were having beating up a woman.
Classic. This is my favorite part of the Dio Show, the recasting of his flailing retardation as White Knight heroism.
“I’m sorry I wouldn’t agree with you that rape parties should be legal.”
“I just think it’s wrong to kick puppies. I guess you disagree.”
“All I said was people shouldn’t punch other people’s kids in the face!”

You do all realise that Dio is right now masturbating furiously, pumped up by the thought that with all this attention he will break that 60000 post barrier by Thursday?
Yeah, whacking off, right this minute. Think about it.
Yeah, but he used to get positive attention. So that’s like jackin’ it to Marilyn Monroe with baby powder scented Vaseline and finishing into a silk hankie and washing your hand in flowery soap and taking a walk outside in the brisk air with a smile on your face and a whistle in your heart, feeling released and relieved.
Now he is just going for any kind of attention he can get, which is like jacking it using used Crisco while leering at reruns of Snookie on The Jersey Shore, hating yourself a bit more with each animal grunt as the sweat drips off your lip and onto your extended tongue and you taste the salty shame and your self disgust as your body begins to shudder and your breath comes in jagged, ragged convulsions and you spill your humiliated seed into a stiff and filthy gym sock. See the difference there?

If you’re interested, Bricker already refuted your “fact” in the ATMB thread.
But Dio defeated him by calling it horseshit. That out weighs cites any time.

But Dio defeated him by calling it horseshit. That out weighs cites any time.
He just doesn’t think people should punch random toddlers in the face, all right? Apparently, that’s some sort of verboten thoughtcrime around here.

He just doesn’t think people should punch random toddlers in the face, all right? Apparently, that’s some sort of verboten thoughtcrime around here.
I’m supposed to stop having fun because some random person on the internet doesn’t approve of tossing napalm onto random adolescents? That’s fucked up.

Now he is just going for any kind of attention he can get, which is like jacking it using used Crisco while leering at reruns of Snookie on The Jersey Shore, hating yourself a bit more with each animal grunt as the sweat drips off your lip and onto your extended tongue and you taste the salty shame and your self disgust as your body begins to shudder and your breath comes in jagged, ragged convulsions and you spill your humiliated seed into a stiff and filthy gym sock. See the difference there?
I picked the wrong week to give up trans fats.

Yeah, but he used to get positive attention. So that’s like jackin’ it to Marilyn Monroe with baby powder scented Vaseline and finishing into a silk hankie and washing your hand in flowery soap and taking a walk outside in the brisk air with a smile on your face and a whistle in your heart, feeling released and relieved.
Now he is just going for any kind of attention he can get, which is like jacking it using used Crisco while leering at reruns of Snookie on The Jersey Shore, hating yourself a bit more with each animal grunt as the sweat drips off your lip and onto your extended tongue and you taste the salty shame and your self disgust as your body begins to shudder and your breath comes in jagged, ragged convulsions and you spill your humiliated seed into a stiff and filthy gym sock. See the difference there?
Not really. Could you go over it again? Slower this time.
Regards,
Shodan