Yeah, right. Like Idle should get off that easy. You frickin’ bleeding hearts don’t know how to administer true and just punishment for egregious misdeeds, do you? Unless Idle’s head is fully conscious while astride the tip of the pike, it ain’t no punishment at all. Go back to Execution 101, ok Wimpy?
Bricker, I sniffed your posts out in about 15 seconds. And, to be perfectly frank, I found them to be so revolting that I was compelled to turn you in to the bar as well as the Nuremburg tribunals (I’m still awaiting a call back from them) , charging “extreme crimes against nature.” What the hell were you thinking, dude? Man, oh man, it’s ok to call Saul, but think twice before thinking “I better call Bricker.”
…just to be clear, it was you who went on the long spiel about butt plugs and goats, right?
Well, well, well…look at Ms. Fancy pants Idle, thinking she can just waltz right in here, shake her big fat horse ass, open her flabby duck lips and say, “I’m sorry.” “Sorry” doesn’t cut it, sister; not for what you did; no way, no how.
Idle, I really hope that you don’t take this the wrong way and I really don’t mean to offend you in any conceivable way, but I think you’re the most horrible life form that has ever existed on planet Earth. You are worse than a giant mosquito carrying malaria and HIV in his nose tube. By comparison, you make Hitler seem like a good choice to babysit your Jewish kids. You are the kind of person ISIS kicks out saying, “that bitch is too vile for us.” How do you live with yourself? Do you wake up every morning and say you’re sorry for being born? You should, you know.
You’ve got to do a lot better than, “I’m sorry”, honey. What you did on April 1, 2015 is so despicably deplorable; my head literally explodes every time I think about it. (It really does, I’m wiping brain matter off my computer screen even as we speak).
If you want any type of sympathy from us— your judge, jury and executioners— you have to say, “I’m very sorry for what I did. “ Only then, perhaps, can we start to take you seriously and show some modicum of leniency toward you.
And, if you have any desire whatsoever to get back with me on a deviant sexual level, you have to go a step further and say, “I’m very, very sorry for what I did, daddy.”
There you go Idle, my balls are in your court. How are you going to play this out?