No, that’s a request. And by “pair” I mean boobies, of course. Smartass.
Lets see, there are threads right now about -
skidmarks in your underwear
should I shave my balls
should I shave my ass crack
did you ever pee & shit at the same time
do you like anal sex
And someone posting about their wardrobe or dates really bothers people? Different strokes I guess. There are more than a few posters in love with themselves, not that it bothers me all that much.
Very well done Rubystreak
Not in space. No way to fire a pickle slicer in space.
Maybe not a good idea, given the snuggly sleepover this thread seems to be turning into, but just for the record:
Got that right. Because…
I had much the same reaction. I was tempted to post: “What I am thinking right now is, ‘Jesus, another fucking thread by this guy? What the fuck is his problem?’” I didn’t, obviously, but that’s what I was thinking.
As Happy Lendervedder says, the environment here is like a big cocktail party. And you, starting thread after thread after thread and feeling the apparent compulsion to post something, anything, in every thread you read, are like a guy at the party who climbs onto the keg and bellows loudly about not very much at all. Sure, I can go out on the deck, or try to tune you out. But I’ll wind up cold, or with a headache, and I’ll probably take off early.
Bottom line: Dude. Chill. Seriously. In a social situation, you should listen more than you talk; and on a message board like this, you should read more than you post. Otherwise, you start to piss people off. Don’t be that guy.
If WOOKI is really bothered, (s)he should just go ahead and call the person out. Normally, people who really are that annoying have plenty of detractors. I tend to be of a mind the one’s pit karma will dictate how one’s pitting goes.
However, I’ll go on record saying that I haven’t seen alice say anything worthy of contempt. She might come accross as self assured, but I don’t think she possess nearly the overwhelming assuredness that people ascribe to her.
Goddammit. I was all set to make a lame observation on the name Rubystreak and its implication of menses, and everybody’s made up already.
I believe the fan/detractor split is pretty evenly along gender lines.
Nor I, but different things annoy different people. I’m sure there are some posters you’d like you physically reach through the internet and strangle who are well-liked by others.
I’m probably channeling Carly Simon here, but assuming that I am the source of so much ire, I have two words:
Ignore List
Learn it. Live it. Love it. I know I do.
If this were the case, I think that would be both pathetic and sad.
However, based on messaging and e-mails that I have received over the years, an equal number of boy dopers and girl dopers think that I’m a peach.
Additionally, about an equal number of boy dopers and girl dopers think that I’m a raving cunt.
Obviously my “secret e-mail” proof amounts to absolutely nothing in the big scheme of things, but that is how the numbers shake out.
So Twickster, just because you think I’m fantastic, doesn’t mean that all the girl dopers do. 
/hijack
**Rubystreak **is more than a little bit correct.
I find it best to actually finish the thread BEFORE responding. 
Why then bring out a name? You might be right, you might be wrong, but you are certainly holding out a name for commentary. I’d go so far to say that in the context, negative comments more than positive.
Oh, hi alice.
'Twasn’t I who invoked your name.
Hi Waverly. Didja see the hockey game last night? It was fantastic - 3-2 win in overtime with the final goal scored by Warrener? You don’t see a defensive player scoring like that too often.
No, it was QED, who apparently thinks that I’m not particularly annoying. Not exactly a ringing endorsment, but a step below raving cunt to be sure.
Wouldn’t it be a step above raving cunt? Oh, and I just wanted to say that I like the term “raving cunt” and anyone who uses it. 
It invokes a really pleasing mental image, doesn’t it? Occasionally I’ll opt for “Raving Camel Cunt” just for that added dromedary goodness.
Wouldn’t a step above a raving cunt be a raving clitoris?
Now see? That’s what we want here in the pit. Much better than posters holding hands and singing that damn Barney song.
But I will respectfully decline the invitation.