(Rodney Dangerfield)
Wow, baby, this place is a riot. 
No, seriously :rolleyes: I haven’t seen discussions this exciting since my college days when the guys sat around the frat house discussing the tragedies of Aeschylus. :rolleyes: Hey, no kiddin’. 
I feel like runnin’ over to Great Debates and opening a thread on Japanese relations with Poland in the 13th century. 'Course, if I did, some asshole would link me to the prior discussion from 1978. :eek:
I don’t know why I don’t get no respect. The other day I walked into a Pit thread. Big mistake. Woah, boy. Big mistake. There was some lady complaining about her menstral cycle. I tried to be sympathetic. I said, “Why don’t you just plug it up?” Next thing I know, some guy named Esprit starts reading me the riot act! So I says to him, “Hey, what’s it to you? You’re not a woman.” He says, “Look, moron. I got your woman right here.” Ho, boy. I know a woman when I see it, and that big one-eyed thing ain’t no woman! Ouch! Hey, don’t hit me with that thing! Cut it out! Shees! :rolleyes: That’s the last time I try to help some bitch in heat. :mad:
I just don’t get no respect. I went over to General Questions. I posted a thread called, “Who has the biggest tits on Straight Dope?” If that ain’t a general question, I don’t know what is! Next thing I know, some goon name Chronos closed it down. He says, “Please see our rules.” Okay, I go see the rules. The say “don’t be a jerk”. So I go back to GQ and open a thread called “How come Chronos gets to be a jerk?” 
He’s the guy that closed my thread. I think that’s a jerky thing to do! Now he closes that thread. He tells me to take my complaint to the Pit. The hell with that. I ain’t goin’ anywhere near that Pit again, baby.
So I go over to Great Debates. I start a thread there called “Who’s tits are bigger, Dolly Parton or Marylin Monroe?” I run into some guy named “Lib”. Great name for a guy, right? Lib? Short for Libby, I guess. :rolleyes: Anyway, he tells me that peaceful poopy people outta be allowed to do something or other, and I says, “Look, I’m just out for some T&A, okay?” He copies and pastes every friggin’ word, and posts about two pages worth o’ crap about every single one of ‘em. After he got done with me, I felt like I was Genghis Kahn and Hitler all rolled into one. :eek: I checked all my closets to be sure I had no government thugs hiding there. Shees, that guy’s got paranoia comin’ out the ass!
So anyways, here I am where I belong. I’m mindless, I’m pointless, and hey, I’m still willing to share myself with any women out there! Come one, come all. Big tits or small. But no bitches in heat, okay. Boy, I just don’t get no respect.
