Yes folks, it is I, Joey Imsge. I…am the bad apple. I…am the bad seed. I…am the founder and ruler of this place. So how the hell is everyone? I’m back, and I’m here to stay. Unless of course, I get in trouble again, within 10 minutes of my post. These Admins are cool people, but they just have to realize one thing. I’m Joey Image,and when I’m wearing shoes, my feet are covered. So remember that, and also remember this…
I thought it meant “miniscule genitalia”, though in the PC world we call it “Fucking dickless” (not to be confused with “fucking clueless”, which is simply another group to which the OP belongs.)
the shoes line did almost make me smile, though. He’s an amusing, dickless little clue vaccuum.
And you still ain’t figgered out the forum guidelines. Fer instance, this post belongs in MPSIMS; that is our designated area for vacuous bullshit. I’m moving this over there.
Last time I posted on MPISMS it was moved to HERE, so now I agree to post here and you move it THERE. Make up your mind. And to the guy who asked about other nicknames, I’ve posted several times under “JoeyImage”
Yes folks, it is I, JoeyImage. I…am the bad apple. I…am the bad seed. I…am the founder and ruler of this place. So how the hell is everyone? I’m back, and I’m here to stay.
Damn, I wish I had a ceiling fan. Ceiling fans always remind me of old southern plantations for some reason. I can just picture colonel Sanders sipping his mint julep under the ceiling fan after a hard day harvesting chickens (or whatever you do with 'em). Painting the blades different colors though? That’s kinda bold. People might think you’re some kind of hippie or something.
Ahhh…the warm wind blowing. The sun setting over the chicken fields. Chickens waving in the breeze, their combs forming hypnotic patterns. The kids behind the barn smoking dried chicken stalks. ::Sniff:: Excuse me. I need a moment. So many good memories.