I don’t think you’ll pit me.
I think you’re scared to!
Scaredy cat! Scaredy Cat! Neener Neener Neeeeener!
Also, that should be ‘someone’, and ‘throw’, not some one, and through you stupid dummy. The rest of you morons should have caught that too. Shame!
There, now pit ME.
That was supposed to be previewed first, however the correction for someone still stands, dammit.
Pit you? I love you!
Well, except for the Aggie part, but you’re living in Austin, so we can gloss it over …
Why did the Aggie write TGIF on the back of all his shoes?
Toes Go In First
The Aggie football team was driving to Stillwater for a game with OSU. On crossing the Red River, they saw a sign that said “Clean restrooms. Here to border.” They turned around and went back home to College Station. When asked why they forfieted the game, the coach said, “Fuck 'em. Let 'em clean their own potties.”
Reason enough NOT to pit you.
So I found someone to Pit .
Not a fellow Doper, just a citizen that deserved a good thrashing.
The search continues. Though really, all your attempts to provoke me are appreciated, but not doing the trick.
You and “nannernose” have a nice little clique, don’t you? And where is it written that his affliction gives him license to behave like a total asshat? Butt out, why don’t you? 
You forget, I live in Texas. Women are supposed to stay home and have children here. 
I’m from Illinois where we let our wimmen folk vote and have jobs.
Plus, there’s something about a woman in a hardhat. Grrr.
Bus guy --I hear ya, but what is worse?
Not having the bile to start a Pit thread or posting repeatedely in one and being ignored.
What? Oh, I’m just over here in a corner, licking my “you’re not worthy of notice” wound. Don’t mind me."
I tried to start a thread there, once–I am no longer angry enough (see? therapy works!). So, I’m lame.
C’n I hang out with you guys?
(please?)
So you’re to blame for all the design problems!!!
So tell us genius… what is the purpose behind the Roseann Barr line of models?
Yes. My life’s purpose has been finally vindicated. 
Oh, yeah? Oh,* yeah*? You just wait! I’ll pit you for… uh… being really, really nice! Yeah! That’s it! :mad:
Go ahead, pit me. My references include:
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I’m a warmonger, currently on the front lines, and I have no problem at all machine-gunning down a field full of small, cute, furry li’l kittens.
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I rarely bathe, and will continue not to do so for at least a fortnight. I will make it a point to save up a month ‘o’ stink for the next Dopefest I make.
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I have taken up cigar smoking and nose picking as new hobbies. Note, it takes near a Jedi Master to accomplish both at the same time, so to train myself to such standards, I regularly smoke cigars through my nostrils (helps open 'em up for a “thumb dig”).
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I am a rabid Devil Worshipper (I hear they beat St Louis 5 - 3 the other night!).
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I tend to yawn rather obnoxiously during briefings, and loudly inquire as to when the next “coffe break will be, boss!”
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I support the 2nd Amendment of the US Constitution, enumerating the person’s right to bear arms. However, I do not support the right to arm bears. They look all cute and cuddly, but they have no need for a handgun.
So there you have it–at 9:45PM (local).
Tripler
No, really, I am a Devil Worshipper. I hear Gionta’s getting close to Verbeek’s record!
You may come the closest, if only for this.
Mr Bus Guy
Bleeding Rangers Blue
That’s 'cause yer skeeeeered, Bus Boy. Skeert I say!
Of course.
In fact, my boss told me that I may need to leave the country soon, because Exxon Mobil has decided I’m their scapegoat because they selected someone else’s crummy design for a project instead of ours. If only I hadn’t been an entry level engineer and had contact with Exxon Mobil at the time… Of course, he could be joking but you can never be too sure. Thank God for attack cats, they’re my first line of defense!
“Roseann Barr line of models”?
And now for some Jefferson Airplane therapy …
Don’t you want somebody to pit,
Don’t you need somebody to pit,
Wouldn’t you love somebody to pit,
You better find somebody to pit …
You know, I’ve been Pitted. It wasn’t that big of a deal. And, it was at a time where I wasn’t visiting the Pit, so it had got to three pages before I noticed it, and several people had already defended me.
Holy Dinosaur Band! You is old, I tells ya, ooooooold! 