I post a benign comment, you fake offense to it and then post your own.

(He fires a nice, fast one, right over the plate.)

Hitler? The holocaust-espousing, invade Russia-in-the-winter, take-over-the-world madman - that Hitler? What did you drink with your Wheaties this morning?

The family is going to Disneyland next week.

(You get the baseball comment too.)

I don’t know what planet you’re living on, but from where I sit we call it the “United” States for a reason.

We’re still going to Disneyland.

Quit bragging? So unbecoming.

I made a pie, anyone want to see pix?

Pix…? Are you referring to Pixels? As in your shitty camera and it’s heavily pixelated photos? No thanks.

I don’t think Tiger will win the Masters this year.

If he was a white drug-abusing philanderer who can’t play golf any more you wouldn’t say that.

I am having a nostaglic session re-watching Glee.

Yup, and I’m having a nostalgic session of “sharp stick to the eye”.

Do you know there’s over 50,000 shades of white?

You are a racist, have you no shame?

All my flowers are blooming, my yard looks so nice.

n/m

Flowers!? People are starving and you’re looking at pretty flowers. You should be growing wheat and rice. Selfish.

I think I’ll barbecue some ribs for dinner.

Don’t you know how much air pollution barbecuing causes? You should eat raw food only.

I’m going to walk my dog.

All the money I’m sure you spend on dog food could feed dozens of starving children in Africa instead. I hope you’re ashamed of yourself.

There’s nothing quite so soothing as a Bach piano sonata.

Yawn!! That is soooooooo boring. Put some real music on.

I am going shopping for spring outfits this weekend.

Maybe you should think about diversity rather than listen to art from a DWM.

I had a cinnamon roll for breakfast.

Cinnamon is a known carcinogen.

I’m having a relaxing evening.

You are just so lazy. Get up and do something.

I am gonna have moose tracks ice cream for a snack.

Say goodbye to your foot, diabetic Debby!

I’m gonna hide under my covers and sleep til thursday.

Right, and until Thursday the rest of us have to cover for you. We have to do our jobs AND yours!
Okay, gotta finish my tax return this weekend.

So what kind of off-shore trickery and loopholes are you going to use with your expensive 1% fancy-pants accountant?

Sometimes I turn off the computer and read a good book.

Luddite.

I’m going to sleep.

Well aren’t you Mr Smarty Pants?! You arrogant prick. So you can read? Who cares? ������

I wake up each morning wishing all of humanity peace and contentment.

ETA: ninja’ed