Meta- \Met"a-, Met- \Met-\ [Gr. ? between, with, after; akin to
AS. mid with, G. mit, Goth. mi[thorn], E. mid, in midwife.]
Heh, he doesn’t get it. Whoosh!
There comes a time when the victim of a snipe hunt starts to research the biology and evolution of snipe, and the whole thing becomes a lot less funny.
I dunno. I’m laughing pretty hard.
I am too. Just now the three of you are doing a damned fine imitation of Benjamin, Doug, and Gary.
Bryan, why are you still here? Your apparent concern with my maturation aside, one would presume that you would show me the high road for this thread by taking it.
tomndebb, I’m honored. It isn’t often that one has a moderator show up, just a pit thread is petering out, to revive that thread with a random act of assholery. Many thanks.
I come back to this thread for my own amusement. I don’t require other people to provide a better reason than that. If you were to stop amusing me with your dumbassery (which I find unlikely, as your dumbassery seems quite ingrained), at least I won’t jump up and down screaming like a spoiled child deprived of a favoured toy.
In other words, you make me chuckle, until you get so pathetic that I simply turn away in sad disgust. You took a big step in that direction with that dictionary bit, but you’ve rebounded with your latest post.
And if I had 1938 Superman’s powers, I’d still save you from a burning building because that’s the kind of guy I am.
Yeah, but he’ll demand you put him back, because everyone knows 1938 Superman wasn’t impervious to fire…or tolerated asshats.
True, his asshat-tolerance wasn’t established until the first appearance of Mr. Mxyztplk in 1944. Anyone saying otherwise is Nazi retcon scum.
Not true! I just look for a new victim to foist it on 
Yes, well, that’s the sort of philistine pig ignorance I have come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your spotty behinds, picking black heads and not giving a tinker’s cuss for us struggling artists. You excrement! You whining, hypocritical toadies with your color TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs. Well I wouldn’t become a Free Mason now if you got down on your lousy, stinking, purulent knees and begged me!
Nice, but you can’t have it both ways. You wanted to be Mr. Above-It-All who selflessly took it upon himself to point out the error of my ways. If that were actually the case, you’d have exited after making your high minded point. Yet you keep coming back because you just have to launch that one last zinger. Nah, Bryan, you’re just another asshole. World’s full of 'em and they all stink.
You know why I’m here and why I keep coming back? Because it amuses the holy living hell out of me to see adults who pride themselves on “fighting ignorance” behaving just like high school freshmen.
I know how kids that age behave because I teach them every day. Every post you and several others have made in this thread, where you preened because I didn’t “get” it, is exactly what I see at work every day. The kids stroke their egos when their parents don’t understand their slang. They sit in study hall and snicker with their friends when they “play” someone who doesn’t get it. It’s all good.
Don’t disappoint me, Bryan. Explain to me how I got it all wrong. Maybe you could put your post in Klingon or throw in a bunch of references to some show I don’t watch so that you won’t miss your smug fix for this evening.
Oh, and Bryan? You fuck cows in retrospect.
Glutton for punishment?
I need you to go ask Suzie if she’d go to the dance with me if I asked her.
Humorectomy.
The function of in-jokes is two fold. Both to make people laugh, and to affirm a common sense of community.
Papoon, Papoon for President!
There is no one to Blame!
Papoon for our chief President!
You Know He’s not Insane!
… with the full suppport of the delegate from Monster Island…
It’s just a little airborne! It’s still good, it’s still good!
This thread reminds me of the time I took the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new hee for ma’ shoe. So, I decided to take the ferry to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. And I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickle, and in those days, nickles had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you’d say. Now, where was I? Oh yeah! The point of the story was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
Sure, I can. I’m flexible.
I don’t have to above much of anything to point out those errors; you made them really really really obvious. In fact, suggesting that pointing out your errors requires some great feat of wisdom is faint praise for the whole concept of wisdom. You were getting hostile to respondants in a thread with a lighthearted subject. Realizing such isn’t exactly rocket science.
Cool. Knock yourself out, sport.
In addition to posting here for the amusement of myself, I post here for the amusement of others, because I crave attention and acceptance and wish to cultivate a reputation as a wag-about-town. If I incorporate a few pop-culture references, be assured that I won’t consider you dumb for not recognizing them, since my goal will be to draw a chuckle from the knowing and not seek to embarass the ignorant. That would be rather petty of me, actually, and besides there are numerous pop-culture references thrown around here that I don’t get, mostly relating to music (plus I have no idea who Papoon is, or why he should be running for president). I don’t take it personally, though and you shouldn’t either. Frankly, it make you look like an idiot.
That’s just a name, though.
It’s actually a penninsula.
Pshaw, evidently you are not one of the Illuminati. Ignorant of the great Papoon indeed!
Papoon? Bah! GoGo gets my vote. http://www.sabatos.net/gogo.php