GingerOfTheNorth:
Gee, we ALL might like thunderstorms, you oozing slit, only we don’t have a roof over our heads. You sit there all snug and cozy, sipping your tea and listening to the rain run off into your gutters, while the rest of us are running around trying to cover our record collections. Well FUCK YOU! Just because you have a roof doesn’t make you the least bit better than us.
Looks like Strokkur isn’t the only spouting hole to come from Iceland.
I’m listening to They Might Be Giants.
Fiver
Sure you’re listening to They Might Be Giants…as you mastubate frantically to pictures of Barbara Bush you Photoshopped to make it look like she’s wearing chaps,nipple clamps and a pig nose.
And Particle Man makes you think of your genitalia…but not in a a good way.
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Ginger…I had to say something about Jeffy.It made such an easy target.
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The Cubs are going all the way this year.
They Might Be Giants? What the hell is that supposed to mean? They might be? What kind of candy ass band is that? Can they even call themselves a band? Jesus H Christ in a hole, if you’re going to listen to something, I suggest you choose a musical group intelligent enough to know whether or not they ARE actual Giants!
I didn’t go for a bike ride today
And of course you know, cause you’re some fucking biologist-wanna be predicting whats gona happen this spring after birthing season. In fact, Cubs don’t even have sex until thier second or even third year; when thier no longer even called cubs anymore!!! I don’t know what sick circuses you’re watching, with poor little cubs who are forced to “go all the way” before they’re emotionally ready for the consequences of pre-mating-seasonal sex; But your a freeking sick, sick person!!!
I’m hungry.
Miss Creant:
What, did someone reattach the seat, so you couldn’t impale yourself on the post?
hardygrrl:
Yes, but what they do when you visit their locker room and invite everyone to make a “double play” has no bearing on whether they’ll get to the playoffs.
I need a new bookmark.
You DIDN’T go for a bike ride today?! I don’t even know what to say. How the fuck is that possible!? To pass up biking? It just defies everything I know to be true. It just boggels my mind! You heathen, worthless, lazy…i can’t believe it, you passed up biking.
::cykrider wanders off mumbling in disbelief::
I have the hiccups.
Oh, a bookmark. La de da, so you can read. I bet you feel pretty damn special, don’t you. Well you’re not. We can all read here, dammit! Don’t go thinking you’re something you’re not, you’re not better than us! Go read your Harry Potter, genius. Where are your pants?
Who the fuck do you think we are, Astroboy? And what the fuck is it of yours to ask us where our pants are? You got a fucking problem with people who don’t wear pants? Maybe I LIKE wearing a skirt, you arrogant prick pickler! Maybe I go around in biker shorts to show off my ass and thighs!
I don’t like liver.
Oh, SURE! Pick on us poor downtrodden types who can’t afford anything BUT organ meats! Your type really makes me puke! You sit there in your ivory tower, eating Beef Wellington and strawberries and cream, while those of us down on the street, where IT’S REALLY HAPPENING, have to eke out a living on liver and tripe! Well, pardon me, Mr. Unpronounceable Name! Yeah, you! We DREAM of eating actual meat! Not that you’d know anything about that, would you? Arrogant shitweasel.
You know, dogs are really friendly.
You know it’s people like you Lindyhopper, who keep Jerry Springer on TV, you trailer trash, dog loving, beastiality freak. Dogs are really friendly! OH really. Isn’t what you really mean is that Hamlet is a jerk? Come on, admit it!!!
If you want to insult me, dammmit just do it, but don’t hide behind the Dogs are really friendly crap, you toothless hag! You and your kind (that means other brain-dead, pieces of talking feces have been going on about dogs being friendly for a long time, and we know what you really mean. Quit hiding behind those words and SAY IT!
I think I’ll have a granola bar
You’re not even worth my time. Tygr, you wanna handle this granola muncher? (IOW, see above, dufus)
I think I’m gonna cut out of work early and see that new movie, Score.
Gather round everyone, we have a billionaire in our midst! He doesn’t have to work or slave or bring home a paycheck, and movies? Golly, going to a 9.00 matinee is like breathing to him. And you know what?
THAT MAKES HIM A BETTER PERSON THAN US.
We’re all assholes, mucking around in pig shit wondering what culture is like while steroid ingesting-ball waxing-coke snorting-I wish I was Italian so I’ll just SAY THAT I AM-thinksnow can go to every fucking movie that ever comes out and whack off to the images of the General Cinema’s Popcorn Man.
If I had a couple of punji stakes I’d shove them up your urethra and bathe you in alcohol.
i pulled a muscle in my neck this morning. Ouch!
jarbaby
Pulled a muscle in your neck? Pulled a muscle in your TWAT is more likely. I told you to do your Kegel exercises before using your Rammstein backstage pass, but did you listen? Oh no, of course not, and now you’ve gone and injured yourself and expect us all to feel sorry for you.
Well, you can stuff your sorries in a sack, sister, 'cause I’ve got the world’s smallest violin, and don’t expect it to play when the fat lady sings.
I don’t know why paper clips are also called “gem clips.”
Oh master Fiver, let me just drive off to the ends of the earth and discover the secrets of fucking paper clips for you. What are they for anyway? To torture the sixteen phillipino boys you have chained up in your basement? Or for fastening together the paperwork for your sex change operation? Keep us posted as to when the sun will next rise on our faces, since the world obviously revolves around you.
Hey look! A pear!
jarbaby
You know, in a place like this, where we are dedicated to fighting ignorance, you really must be our target audience. Did you ever think of maybe doing a little research on your own? They have this marvelous invention: a search engine. Here, the first one’s free, douche bag- http://www.google.com. Go nuts.
As for jarjar, I don’t think it was the lack of stretching that hurt her, lord knows she’s stretched like Gumby. She probably just got whiplash during her morning suck-a-thon. You know, dear, it might be protein, but downing half a quart every morning isn’t that good for you. Not to mention, with a half-dozen cocks in your face, how do you remember who to service next?
Hey, they finally replaced the light above my desk!
Bite me long and hard, Slack-boi. You and I both know you just can’t scrape the synapses together to formulate a decent rant. All your previous incoherent ravings in this and many other threads showcase that in Technicolor. Yes, step aside, sneak out the back door at work and let us professionals handle the heavy lifting. Just don’t let me hear you pud-pulling in the back row of the theater moaning “Oh, Edward Norton, you’re so hot.”
So, Piglet, looks like yellowsnow has left me to thrash your pasty faced, scrawny, not getting any protein ass. Well, shit-and-shinola, where to begin? Do I really have to re-hash every thing I torched mister Five-fingered-crank-yank-er with, you limp-wristed root-gobbler?
And what’s in a name, new-boy? You DO realize that the UN you chose is the same as that of William Shakespear’s greatest play? News Flash - judging by the cleverness of YOUR posts, old Bill S. doesn’t have to worry about any competition just yet. I’d submit that the best use of your posts to date would be for you to print them out, wad them up, and wipe up the fiber-packed shit-dribbles dangling off the back of your weedy ass.
Oh, and Miss Third-rate-Harlequin-Romance-writing-wannabe-hack? I think we all know how you got a crick in your neck. Lemme guess, your knees are giving you trouble, too? Yes, eight hours of “Two for a Dollar Blow Job” night WOULD tend to give you some soreness the next day, wouldn’t it? Wipe your face, dear, you’ve got some white crusting at the corners of your mouth.
And they’re called “gem clips” because “roach clips” was taken, though I’m sure you already knew that, you long-haired, dope-smoking, flea-infested, unwashed hippy throwback. The Summer of Love was thirty years ago, you burnout. Grow up, shave, buy some damn deodorant and get a fricking job already.
I hope everyone here appreciates the irony in the fact that Hamadryad hasn’t posted to this thread.
:: Dusts off his hands and surveys the refuse of those devastated by his baleful ire ::
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Thought? Shoot, I heard you gave that up for Lent, even though you’re not even Catholic.
Try it sometime. You’ll like it. Nothing like a good thought in the morning. Really, it’ll get your day off to a good start instead of that fantasy world you are so obviously living in. BTW, your doctor called - he thinks your lithium level is off.
I’m going shopping with my mom tonight for my OhDope skirt.
Don’t waste your time Bunny, it’s just going to end up puddled on the floor of some biker bar anyway.
Best to get the t-back panties to, that way the gangbang will go smoothly if you just pull them to one side you syphillitic gopher.
This heatwave is supposed to break on friday!