Poster 1: Rant rant rant rant rant! PosterX is a stupid vulvinator! I want to twist off his nipples, freeze them in nitroglycerin, and them sprinkle them over my breakfast cereal like strawberries! I want to roll him in holiday foil and sell him as a chocolate-shit filled figurine! PosterX - suck my asshole until you’ve pulled my esophagus out through my rectum! Rant rant rant rant rant!
Poster 2: Well, this should be fun! Guess I’ll pull up a chair and wait for the fireworks.
Poster 3: Gosh this BarcaLounger is hard to move ::grunts:: I want to be comfy for the show that’s about to start, though. Who wants popcorn?
Poster 4: I’ll take some popcorn. Anyone want a glass of this chardonnay I bought at a yard sale?
Poster 3: :::passes popcorn bag and takes swig from Poster 4’s jug::: Thanks!
Poster 2: I’m ordering pizza - does everyone like mushrooms?
Poster 5: Mind I join you? I love a good fireworks display. I’ll gladly share my potroast marinated in onions and pineapple slices.
Poster 4: I like pepperoni on my pie. Poster 5, pass me a slice of that roast, would you? It sounds like just the thing to go with my wine.
They Call Me Sneeze: WHY DONT ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!!! This practice of underhandedly commenting on an OP by “settling in to watch the fireworks,” or waterworks, or fucktival, or whatever the hell it is that is being predicted, IS THE LAMEST FUCKING THING I HAVE EVER READ, AND YOU PEOPLE DO IT ALL THE TIME!!!
Whenever there is an inflammatory post, a bunch of you smarmy smart-asses feel it necessary to pretend that you are sitting in a plastic lawn chair, surrounded by your fellow dopers, swapping Ritz crackers for Swedish fish, or domestic beer, or baked potatoes, or whatever lame-o foods you like to eat. You dont go so far as to actually post something useful, heavens no, you just like to muck up the thread with your Lazy Boy and your bucket of chicken.
KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF!!!
You are not really attending the Picnic of the Verbal LightShow. You are not really sitting in a lawnchair with other dopers. If you are, give me your address, so that I may come laugh at you, and then smack you upside the head with the pot roast tin.
Poster 3: Well, Sneeze, dont expect any of MY popcorn.
Poster 4: And dont even THINK of asking for some of my chardonnay.
Poster 2: Good! The more for us! Who wants an English Muffin?
[And dont think I dont know what’s coming.]
I Sneeze on all of you!
sneeze
[Edited by Ukulele Ike on 11-11-2001 at 01:35 PM]