This is the most pathetic group of losers I’ve come across ever. Once upon a time, there was a Dope, and it was good. But that time is long past. Now, we have this mockery of the SDMB. With it’s so called admins and mods, deciding who can say what and when, they can’t even enforce the rules evenly, ‘cause they’re too dumb to understand them.
You’re all the laughing stock on the Snark Pit, and even they aren’t as good as they used to be.
I’d like to pit my wife when she’s stupid, she’d like to pit me, its life, sometimes we share. And sometimes, I like to pit me, I deserve it. Yet the humorless motherfuckers here can’t handle it. So here it is, in recap form. She farts, I fuck shit up, she gets mad, I fuck shit up, she fucks shit up, she farts, we lived in hell, we moved, we sued, we won, I job hop, she farts, I buy things on a whim, she quits her job, the baby get sick, she farts. I think I covered it all. But of all the times we’ve pitted each other, we’ve missed the biggest group of people to ever need pitting. You people. You all need a good bitch slapping. Where’s Rick James now?
Not that there aren’t people I actually care about, there are, and there are things on here that have made me laugh. But jeez, people, put the mouse down and go outside. Especially the mods….you know who you are. Walk away from the computer.
The virgin post sealed it for me; you people couldn’t get laid in the prison of your preferred gender if you had a fist full of pardons. People out there are 45 and still trying? Give it up, thank Og you didn’t ever succeed, you might have actually reproduced. Oh, and if you’re not getting laid ‘cause she has no sex drive, it’s one of two things, you do it wrong, which wouldn’t surprise me, or she’s fucking someone else. Just remember that.
You all need to put down the Dungeon Master cloaks, stop talking about your nth level Chaotic wizards and get out of your parents basements. NOW!!
I give the SDMB a year, and then its dead, done over. Ignorance wins, because people like you are fighting it. And you suck!
Og is twee.
Well, my gnome wizard got so much elf fuckin` my DM had to invent an STD table for him. And he could cast Phantasmal Killer four times a day as a spell-like ability.
Ah, the good old “posting on a message board to call people losers for posting on a message board” gambit. That’s the second time this month.
If this place is so lame, what the fuck are you doing here? You’re wasting your time and money. How much can this place have declined in a year? And if it has, have you considered the possibility that it’s your fault? That’s a theory I’m willing to entertain.
Couldn’t have said anything better myself This is too true to be funny. But it still is funny.
After rereading his post, I’m beginning to suspect that DrLoveGun isn’t a real doctor.
It’s like deja-vu, all over again.
Some people here have Dungeon Master cloaks? Cloaks? Are they +1 cloaks? Where did they get them?
I so envy those lucky cloaked Dungeon Masters.
Wait, didn’t we do this one already? What happened again?
Some hamsters died of exhaustion. A goat got a bad case of gas. I think there was an elephant stampede, but I’m not sure. Oh, and there was pie. I distinctly remember pie. After that, it’s kind of a blur; I think I might have passed out or something. Good times.
Wow. Those people are fucked up. I had no idea such sites even existed. Thanks for opening my eyes to a whole new realm of tortured self-loathing loserdom. It makes for some damn entertaining reading.
That’s a good point. So far you haven’t said much of anything at all.
DrGun; It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t your wife you were ragging on. Maybe you could make up a fictitious couple, whereupon the wife does all sorts of unseemly things, and you can rant and rave at here to your hearts content.
Holy shit, dude! I’m wondering who needs the sunshine therapy here. So, the’ve set up a message board to talk about members of another message board. It reads like an issue of Soap Opera Digest. Except the constituents in Soap Opera Digest are rich and famous, deserving of such sloven worship.
Ah. I see the angle now.
“Let’s call the smart people* retards because it frustrates me that I can’t be at least as smart as them.”
Lame.
Just…
Lame.
**** name withheld by me.
- I am in no way referring to myself.
I doubt it’s going to go well for you, DrLoveGun, pitting this board and its members, but hey, have fun. Your attempt to draw in the snark site, however, was simply stirring shit between the SDMB and another board. Consider this an official warning; don’t do it again.
I have a cloak. It’s +2 against cold attacks. It’s not particularly stylish, though…it has elements of ruana styling in it.
It’s quite warm enough for most Texas winters, which is all I need from it.
Will you get invisible when you wear it?
[nothing to say here. I just always wanted to be invisible when I chose to. Can you imagine the things you might see, when no-one seeing you?]
Is this poster representative of the average poster/member of Snark Pit? Because I always thought that was a pretty cool site. I’d hate to have to reconsider my feelings on that.
You popped up again to tell us that we still suck? Well it just so happens that I made my saving throw vs. suck. I rolled a 20.
It just gives me such hope for the future that people like DrLoveGun are breeding. The OP is representative of exactly the kind of grace, intelligence, and good genes that we need to have passed on to future generations.
There is no need to fear for the self-esteem of future generations, bred and raised by people entirely too thick to understand that at best people consider them to be a joke and at worst think the rest of the world actually cares about their stupid marital fights.
Where, oh where, was DrLoveGun when I was a child? Where was he to teach me that I should assume myself so important that thousands of strangers were waiting impatiently to hear of every squabble with someone in my personal life? Where was he to demonstrate to me how to be so thick-skulled that I could actually bitch and moan for weeks about not being allowed to have personal arguments in someone else’s living room?
Well he wasn’t at my house, and I’m pretty damn thankful for that.