Dude. 24 posts a day on average?
It took me like 7 years to hit 5000 posts.
No wonder I have no idea who you are.
Your loss.
Mmmm…
Boobie bottoms…
I’ll take your word for it.
Jack Batty is the tits. Are we still calling things we like “the tits,” or did we stop doing that in 1995?
Edit: This thread is supposed to be about etv, probably should take a little rest, but is not in as dire need of a nap as others.
I don’t automatically jump down Chimera’s throat–just when he’s being a retard. In fact, the only time I can remember sequentially calling him a retard had something to do with customer service.
Hell, I don’t automatically jump down *anybody’s *throat–some people are just idiots more frequently than others.
I’m pretty sure we never started unless we were British.
Huh? What?
I didn’t say nuthin’. No, really, I specifically declined to say it. 
**etv78 **is just the first of a generation that grew up on Facebook. This is what message boards will look like in the future. 140 character or less posts on their butt sniffings.
What utter rubbish! I say good say, sir. Good day!
Indeed. Not cricket, that is, wot?
Pip pip cheerio crisps lorry.
Well not anymore - I posted that like two hours ago. It’s up near 6,000 at this point…
Wait, what? I love the titmice and am not British… 
Come on. How can you resist those liiiiitle beady eyes!? http://www.coveside.biz/titmouse-houses.htm
Maybe I should start posting inane shit every three minutes - like my hat size or how I popped a boil on my nuts this morning - so I can hit your radar. Lord knows my life wouldn’t be complete if I couldn’t squeeze my presence in between the 20 or so more posts you have planned for today.
Why should you care if you’re on my radar or not? You seem to have a lot of bile for something as minor as my posting habits. I didn’t think I was that prolific until people on the board started mentioning it.
The 80 times you press ‘Submit’ in a day didn’t tip you off?
I don’t care about my post count and when I joined the board I didn’t think anyone else would, either.
Speaking of naps, you seem cranky.
Would you like a juice box, Jack Batty?
I’m not cranky. You wouldn’t like me when I’m cranky. I’m amused; and bemused.
I’ve got nothing against you … I just can’t figure when you manage to squeeze in time for things like showering and seeing if the outdoors still exists.