Awwwww c’mon!! I mean, he really did paint himself into a corner there, but he seems to have cooled off somewhat now. Please don’t start him thrashing about again. Hasn’t this hijack gone on long enough?
That’s just the non-elf half of you talking.
Al25077 is too damn stupid to be entertaining.
I want to see Bob Ducca fight** Bubbadog**, just to see people try to keep track of who said what.
Well, it’s likely to end, any way. Lockdown in ten…nine…eight…
Ha ha ha!! Absolutely not, quite the opposite I would say. The human half of me was all :eek::eek::eek: what the hell is up with this guy? I don’t really want to expand on my thoughts because this thread isn’t supposed to be about him. I really picture him like a scared, panicky animal and the more he thrashed about the less one was able to reason with him. That’s why, now that he seems to have calmed down a little, I attempted to turn the thread back to it’s original subject. (Now ***that ***was my pacifist, hippy, elf half talking).
But there definitely is something wrong - just that this isn’t the thread for it.
And yet you keep posting in it.
And yet you keep posting in it.
I did. I wanted to see the couch mentioned a couple of pages ago.
OOooh! I want a banner. I’ve always wanted my own banner. I’d make it a gold lion on a field of azure blue.
My money is on which ever one has more pitbull in them.
Well now you’ve done it, any minute now this thread is going to be overrun with the Pit Bull Apologist Brigade.
And did you know Obama was born in Kenya?
Ah, a “let’s you and him fight” moment!
I have a nasty cold right now. My money’s on Ducca.
Also, anybody notice that both **Bob Ducca **and Bubbadog can be shortened to BD?
I’m not saying Bob’s a sock, but I’ve never seen me and Bob in the same room, if you know what I mean.
WWW dot BobDu vs BubDo dot com.
Why have the Pit? Because it’s fun.
You know how you can keep from people “scaring the shit out of you”?
DON’T POST IT ON THE FUCKING INTERNET IN THE FIRST PLACE
Seriously, it’s amazing how many people fail to get this. There’s no such thing as privacy online. Once you post something on the internet, people are going to see it.
HAW HAW!
Actually, the current particular moron reminds me rather much of the moron of yore who claimed to be a top-secret US spy/FBI agent/what-have-you and threatened others via PM and E-mail. I can’t recall the user-name, though.
See? This is what happens when you have an extremely elongated neck: you don’t have to worry about spewing your morning cup of hot chocolate on the desk and the computer. The rest of us do.
No matter how hard someone tries to do something they are obviously incapable of doing, they shan’t succeed. On the other hand, observing the effort, though, may prove entertaining.
Only he knows. Seriously, there’s been nothing of the sort the troll has asserted. That leaves only psychic “proof” as the only explanation.
He’s whining about insults while he’s insulting others. Admittedly, the troll’s insults are lame, even lamer than juvenile insults; however, they are insults.
Yep. There have been thousands of Obamas born in Kenya.
Fun? No, no. That’s too mild a word for the current state of this thread. Engaging? Nah, the only thing the troll has engaged is his psychosis (remember, Dr. Phil does have a doctorate in psychology, so if I, along with a few other posters here are “Dr. Phil,” it should be okay for me to make this armchair analysis). How about enthralling? Oh, lest I forget, when that jackass, the troll, gets banned, perhaps we can also use schadenfreude.
Better yet, don’t pretend stuff that hasn’t happened to has happened to you and then quiver in the corner crying about it.
Stop. Being. An ass.
A relevant comment in another thread:
Whew… Started this thread at work, and just finished now. What a treat. I just feel so grateful that there is a forum where we can all insult each other and ROFL! The cockles be warming!
I flipping love the Pit. This train not only jumped the tracks, it jumped the shark.
I will now confess to being a stalker. I warn my online friends that I can find anything, and when they tell me that I can’t, I do it and then report the results. Some people freak and lash out…like what is happening here. Other people, the ones I keep as friends, will be shocked that I was able to find so much detail about them from public records and will thank me for telling them how to hide better.
The internet makes it easier. I could do it without the internet, though. It would take longer and wouldn’t let me show off my mad stalking skillz.
One time, I found a very personal card in a Public Defender’s file that was supposed to be scanned into public record.
Of course, I showed the card to everyone and we were all !!!. Then, because I was bored, knowing the man’s first name and knowing where he worked, I was able to find his last name. The next thing I did was find a pic of him, his wife and kids, one of who appeared to have been born at about the same time that the card from not his wife was written.
I showed the pics to my coworkers, we laughed. And then the card was shredded.
…by Shredder Guy! It all comes around…
But seriously. I’m so glad it’s you with these skills, and not an Evil Mastermind Bent On World Subjugation.
Sure, that’s what she wants us to believe!
This year, I plan to get through a BWW. 2014 is when I plan to become Queen of the World.
Seriously, what does it matter to me that internet people could find pics of me online? You (generic you) will find me holding cats. And a couple of pics of me posing for Easy Rider magazine. I’m not ashamed of that.
What does it matter that some faceless person online can find my address? Do I really think that someone I upset in cyberspace will show up on my doorstep and punch me in the face? I do not.
I know that nothing is private, I know that everything I do can be found. I do think that some people who are older than me have problems with this. Back when Bill was just an online friend, and I sent him a birthday card, he really freaked out. Then, just to upset him more, I called him, on the easy to find land line number and we discussed how easy it was for me to do that. So he stalked me and sent me flowers at work. I thought it was sweet that he did that.
My younger friends have no problem with this at all.