There is a great Aussie phrase for that, such people are called black catters.
As in:
“I have a fast car.”
“My car is faster!.”
“I have a big house.”
“My house is bigger!”
“I have a black cat.”
“My cat is blacker!”
Her life story reminds me of this:
“Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.”
I agree. It’s like youth soccer with the players all running around the ball, everyone of them trying to kick it at the same time for the sake of kicking it, never mind purpose or plan or direction. Yea, it’s the pit, but that’s my 2 cents.
Hi Ho!
Bye Ho!
Don’t leave, Ho. We haven’t had enough serious wine discussions yet!
However, the thread says “needs to go”. A hearty FUCK YOU to the OP for insinuating someone needs to leave over this.
Lighten up, Francis.
I figured the OP was just going for the easy rhyme.
Well clearly she is one of those posters who dramatically exclaims she’s going to leave and then is right back at it within 24 hours, so everyone can untwist their panties.
Her personality is so magnetic, she is unable to carry credit cards.
People hang on her every word, even the prepositions.
When in Rome, the Romans do what she does.
The weather asked her how she was.
She is The Most Interesting Woman in the World.
We all have tattoos that say “Her”.
Bingo. I just don’t like Fried Dough Ho and the thread title was solely because of the rhyme. I couldn’t give two shits whether or not she actually leaves, but I just plain don’t like her.
And seeing as how she’s so thin-skinned she pulled the “I’m leaving FOREVER!” card and then returned a few hours later to defend herself, it’s unlikely my opinion of her will change.
Yeah, it’s a joke to go with the username as well as revealing the OP’s wish that she would go. Big whoop. He’s not driving her off. He’s telling her that the door is right there and he’d appreciate it if she’d use it. I have seen nothing about a community wide shunning, just a whiny crank upset that not everyone believes every word that she says.
Ding ding ding. IDK why anyone is still debating the merits of the OP telling her to kick rocks- clearly FDH was just trying to get some attention with her flounce and fully intended on coming right back. So, all is well in Dopeland.
I have a rape joke.
But I’m afraid to make it.
OMG, please do. I don’t think rape is so sacred that we can’t make jokes about it, when we make jokes about the Holocaust and sundry evils.
It’s the pit, go for it. Or at least PM me and I’ll save you a seat on the ride to hell.
I wish someone would run after her and bring her back here. I hate to see the level of crazy go down so much.
Her absence will leave a void that we can only hope will be filled by some new, disturbed poster.
I was just thinking that this is Fried Dough Ho’s third rape.
Next time, go with your initial thought. That was pretty damn foul.