I pit people who waste my time on this board.

Was it all over again?

HaHa! Guadrene’s law strikes again. Speaking of which, why is Guadranu such a hard word to spell anyway. Do you think if I use enough alternate spellings of Guedrane, I’ll get one of them right? Yeah, me either.

Maybe if I weren’t so lazy, I’d look it up. Maybe…

Anyway, the word you were looking for doesn’t have an “o”. That’s a building.

Yore first mistake was attempting to add an ‘n’.

Gaah! Gaudere strikes again!

Iv’e always wanted to ask; do you molest young author’s? Is that the idea?

I think it’s time to mention Hitler.

Jim never has a second cup of Hitler at home.

I don’t smoke, do I? Of course you smoke. You’ve always smoked. I don’t smoke. Why don’t we all smoke?

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose feet wouldn’t fit in a bucket.
His penis, though smooth,
could make quite a groove,
And Alice would always wash the dishes after dinner.

So you’re saying that if ever were the time for the Fifty ASCII Hitlers on the SDMB, now would be it? If one were motivated enough to cut and paste? Really?
hmmmm…

To be polite, I always ask, “One Hitler or two?”

Oddly enough, no one ever wants two Hitlers.

tl;dr

tl;dr

Well, as long as he’s not in the room, I suppose it’s okay.

But I tell ya, the minute that guy hears his name, it’s “Sig!” this and “Heil!” that, and the man never shuts up about the Jews.

It puts a man right off his tea, it does.

Yes, I was thinking that over my morning orange jews.

Juice, I meant juice.

The Hitler guy, he really is a conversation stopper.

Wouldn’t that be:

spleeling FEIL!

And he goes on and on about " Arbeit mach frei" this and " Arbeit Mach Frei" that
and he doesn’t do a thing about the house. Bit ironic, innit?

According to David Bowie, Hitler was just an unfulfilled pop star. If he’d been born in a later era( and a different country), he could have been Bono.

Colonel flapjack with muddy waters spelling about the time that magazines became frightfully thuunderclap Capitol beginning thruway underneath which the corn stared the rooster down into the depths. Of shame.

Cite?

My post is my cite. :rolleyes: