I’m sick and tired of the way you people treat me here on this board. The harrassment. The insults. The gratuitous and wanton violence directed toward my opinions.
There just hasn’t been enough of it. You treat me like a regular poster. How dare you! Start treating me like the goat-felching pig I am or I will never lurk here again!
(Actually, I’m going on vacation for ten days. See ya on the flip-side)
Have fun. You can be sure that we will flame your ass without mercy while you’re gone and completely ignore you upon your return as if nothing happened.
Don’t let the Mr. Door meet your face on the way out (your face, your ass, what’s the difference?).
See ya when you get back! Travel safely!
At last, I know who took the last place in the International Camel Felching tour. You bastard! You better be nice to my camels, rat squicker!
Going on vacation, huh? Have you notified your parole officer? Have the parents of all the ten year old boys in the vicinity been warned? Have syphillis vaccinations been passed out to the general populace? Did you pack your straw?
Have a great vacation, you lousy maggot. And I mean that in the best possible way.
Kiss my lily white ass you lazy wanker.
And where’s my freaking postcard you git?
I didn’t know cricket squicking crack dealers took vacations. Besides, before you’re 150 feet away, your electronic ankle device will warn the cops you’ve strayed from your halfway house for malamute molesters.
Enjoy your vacation, skidlips.
Do you mean it will only take ten days for the plastic surgery to heal on your forehead squicking scar?
Before I insult you, I want to know how close you are to the pig. Do you give it presents? Did it go on vacation with you? Are your intentions to make it an honorable union?
If so, you disgust me. If not, the pig disgusts me.
Cynical1, I’ll insult you when you’re ready to swallow it like the good little cumrag you know you want to be.
Until then, go suck on a public toilet seat. Might as well visit some relatives while you’re gone.
Yeah, whatever. Have a great vacation.
Who the fuck is this guy?
This is so sad. Here you want rejection and I have none.
You are one with the universe, or 1½ tops, and as dear to me as my own mailman. Without you, the music would slow, the day would drag, and I’d be so blue I’d run out of icecream before StarTrek reruns came on.
Sorry I let you down in your time of need, but I worship the ground beneath your shadow darkening my doorstep. It’s a good thing I never learned to cry.
hey whay don’t use take that fresh dog manure you picked up from your mother’s backyard, smear it all over your face, and kiss your girfriend while it sticks.