How DARE You Burn Our Ginger???? FUCKER !

I believe the cold is the only doing he’ll get, once I’m done with him.
Maybe we should force-feed him muktuk and kwak until he has maggots in his stomach. Then, we could - um. I’m not really very good at this revenge thing. I’ll just leave that up to you guys, okay?

Police: Sir, you should think about police protection. There’s a whole bunch of people out to get you.

Hardened Criminal: Who is it? The Mob? Vigilantes?

Police: No, internet chat room addicts.

Hardened Criminal: Excuse me if I don’t flee the country.

Ginger, you might want to look elsewhere if you want to get someone to break his legs.

Seriously though, sorry for your troubles and best of luck.

Bullshit Manwithaplan, this is probably the best place to find someone to break his legs.

Nobody, NOBODY fucks with our Ginger and gets away with it.

Little lying piece of shit can get the business end of my size 13 boot if the word is given.

Ginger is a big girl. I have all the faith in the world that she’ll be fine. It just pisses me off to no end that creeps like this breathe the same air that we do and goes after one of us.

Anyhoo, Son-of-a-beyatch is on the bernse shitlist now. He’s messed with my girl. Motherfucker.

If I wanted his legs broken, I would have no trouble doing it myself.
I’d just use my car. I’m insured for $2 million liability, and heck if I don’t have collision coverage to cover the nasty dent it would leave.

Ginger, I don’t doubt your leg breaking capabilities and I’m with you 100%. But, you know, the thread is kinda funny.

bernse, Relax.

manwithaplan - Its the pit. Ranting all you want is allowed. Live with it. Its 99% hot air anyhow… it just sometimes makes a person feel better to vent. Hence, it is relaxing for some.

Observe. Learn.

Master, you may call me “Grasshopper”. Lead me towards the path of enlightenment.

I say AMEN Brother ‘Toon. And consider my Boyz sent to hook up with Arden’s Boyz in a big ol’ body-part-stompin’ party.

-BK

That genuinely blows, Ginger, my juicy little peach of the North. I suppose it doesn’t help to say it’s better you found out earlier than later.

Revenge fantasies in this thread are pointless because, in reality, this guy will end up badly–people like that always do. He’ll lie, cheat, and deceive until he has run through friends, family, and lovers. He’ll end up alone, old, poor, ugly. He’ll probably be living in a flophouse or a cramped little apartment in a bad part of town. He’ll have bad teeth, manboobs, and be impotent. I don’t say this out of revenge, but as prophecy. Bad people don’t take care of themselves, so you can count on lots of physical maladies in his life. They break trust, so you can count on him being alone. And they make bad employees, so you can count on him being poor (and maybe a little jail time for embezzlement). I, Tiresias, have spoken.

Very well.

Lesson 1

Quoting an entire post immediatly after said post is not required.

Lesson 2

Learn how to spell immediately.

<sigh>

bernse phoned me to make sure I was fine. He loves me. He is ranting because he loves me. That is OK.

However - if you two don’t knock it off, I’m going to drive my shiny new car into both of you and pin you next to one another and make you say nice things to each other for hours on end. Then, I’ll make you eat McDonalds food.

Against all odds, I actually have a cousin who spends four months of each year on northern Ellesmere Island sniffing the ozone.

If you were following the National Geographic coverage of a bi-plane flight to the pole about a year ago, he’s the one who fined the pilot for illegal dumping when the poor fellow crash landed. The pilot blamed it on bad gas which my cousin had sold him, but didn’t get very far with his argument given that he had signed a waiver acknowledging that it was bad gas which needed to be filtered, and was filmed fueling his plane without filtering the gas.

Even more coincidentally, when the bi-plane and its escorts were heading north across Canada, they landed for fuel at Pickle Lake (the armpit of northern Ontario), where I was spending the afternoon wating for a plane to take me south. They were really nice folks with whom to chat. It was amusing that I was wandering about in my shirt-sleeves, while they were bundled up in parkas.

But back to Ellesmere; yes, they have lots of polar bears, and arctic wolves, and musk ox. I’ll dig about my old e-mail for some shots my cousin took from his front door of wolves and musk ox and post them on my webpage later this week.

I think Ellesmere would be a fine place to send Beef, particularly now that they are entering the long winter night.

Look, folks. Ellesmere Island is a nice thought and all, but I don’t think we’re being sufficiently generous and thoughtful here. Mssr. RottenBeef already knows the cold and snow. Let’s send him someplace where he’ll experience something different. Like maybe here. I understand Death Valley can be wonderful on a sunny July afternoon. I especially recommend a nice stroll in the sand. Maybe without shoes, so he can get the full experience.

You guys are mean.

I like that. :smiley:

We do try to please…

:wink:

WHO???. Ut oh. Someone got into gobear’s account. ((Cackle)). Joking, joking. Fine you wanna be Tiramasou, or whomever you are, I get to be the famed Emperor Flatulus Maximus. Be afraid. Be vewey afraid. :smiley:

What gives you the impression that we cannot do both ?

How about Ellesmere island for winter, Death valley for summer, and for him to recuperate of all these hardships (riiiiight), we can alway sent him here.

Dang. I read the title and thought the OP would be about the many harsh words said about Tina Louise on the Surviving Gilligan’s Island special last week.

Nah, she’s nobody’s Ginger. I am apparently ‘our’ Ginger.

That’s ok with me!