Oh cut it out you guys, or Spatial Rift you into 47 itty bitty pieces.
Well, I do have to admit I swore a bit when I saw that post.
Hey … you’d a cussed, too.
Now that the preliminaries are over, I’ll make my entrance.
Who am I, you ask? I’m a punball wizard, got such a supple wit. When there’s a punfest, it doesn’t matter what Townshend. I am the punster of My Generation, so baby, Who Are You?
Climb aboard my Magic Bus, dye my vowels, and I’ll show you what it’s like to to be the bad man, Behind Blue "I"s. Somebody invite Baba O’Riley, and guitar a seat in the front row. Drum up a crowd, so all can see me win, and they Won’t Get Fooled Again.
Nice to see you showing a little restraint.
Please. Askia already tried song titles upthread, and it failed then too. I must admit it’s hard to find the interest to play in the sandbox with you amateurs, but that’s the price I pay for being such a principal punster. I’m really loaning away from this thread lately, because it’s so taxing to work on this low level.
Why I oughtta --!
Don’t blame me if this degenerates into something fiscal.
I put no stock in your trade, Askia. You have no futures in wordplay.
First gags, now bonds: you’re submittting, aren’t you?
Market up or market down – I’m not sure how you cook your books – but I can’t bear your bull. Your speculation makes no cents to me. While your company looks appealing on paper, word on the street is you don’t keep penny stocks, you’re low on reserves and you personally suffer an overinflated value on your net worth. I’m a sought-after commodity with a wealth of resources. I’m not only flush, but I’m clearly in the black. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. My greenspans to cover my needs, bank you very much. If you dollar “uncle”, maybe Dow won’t SEC my shareholders on you for a hostile takeover. You’re out of your debt, man. Stop wasting my time nickel-and-diming me with meaningless words, because you’re looking shaky this quarter. Now if you’ll excuse me? I’m gonna listen to NAS–DAQ guy can rap. Trump that, foo.
I submit that’s a foolish hope. I was tied up with Spacial Rift 47, but now that I’ve extricated myself from those loose ends, let me unshackle my tongue and unleash a new salvo on you, Case: encased you didn’t notice, I will not be roped into any * defeat, hog-tied by any setback, nor bound* to any concessions. There are no s&m relationships here and I don’t need to strap leather, boys. I dominate tricks like you because I’m into pimpin’ circumstance. When I say “who’s the master?”, YOU say "Askia!"
Yeah, yeah, Askia, but this is a brand spanking new ball gag going on here. You’ve handcuffed yourself to the Old Guard. Leather alone, man. I always come out on Top, and you ain’t gonna Switch things around this time. Bottom line is I’ll humiliate you, easy as falling off a flog…
Sniff. Anyone else here smell Tussy?
:smack: Oh, wait. Those are men’s magazines, not deoderant brands…
Uh…
I need some Time.
If your bonds are as good as your words I’ll have few worries: I have a boundless wit; you have a fettered imagination.
Deodorant brands? We oughta Ban that, unless you’re Sure you’re up to Speed. Stick with me, and I’ll show you all the Secret ways to roll on to victory…
Your witticisms are devastating to six year olds of all ages.
I feel like I’ve been aerosaulted. No wonder you mentioned four brands of underarm hygiene product.
You daren’t match wits with me: you know you’re outnumbered at least two to one. Face it, you’re the leashed of my problems.
Did you just say, “Tutor one?” I could teach you, but I’d have a hard time keeping my eyes open, I find you so … unstimulating. On a scale of one to 10, you strike me as a three, and my pupils must dial 8.
You, a pedagogue? I’m agog, but I’m not as pedestrian. Perhaps if you remove that blindfold you could see better: let the scales fall from your eyes, but on balance you just don’t weigh up - you’re a lightweight, I’m a heavyweight and I’m way up on points: need a few pointers?