How dare you not give me a jarbabyj morning rant! How the fuck am I supposed to get through my morning without first admiring the verbal poetry of…
“GET A LIFE, PUDDIN’!”
“Well shave my head and call me baldy…”
"…Twatplug, extraordinaire…
“Is there a steel girder up your ass?”
"what is this, the Franco Prussian War? A mob hit? A David Mamet play?
and my favorite…
“…spirit of fucking goodwill…you crusted over clitbag”
And that just from the last two days. So what gives you the right to not give us a good ol’ helping of jarbabyj vitriol this mornig? What, are you in a good fucking mood?
I don’t care!! What about us? How could you be so selfish as to be not pissed off enough about something to come in here and give us half a dozen gems with which we can spit take all over our monitors? Huh? Have you even thought about that??
Watch some TV, go for a drive, go shopping, talk to a co-worker, I don’t care, but FIND SOMETHING! I don’t care if it is something little or something major, just fucking rant, will ya. Because I like my coffe with sugar and jarbabyj rant and my morning just ain’t right without it.
At the risk of sounding like a total snatch, don’t fan club posts belong in MPSIMS? Haven’t we had enough “Oh, jarbaby- you da woman with all your groovy curse words?”
Zette
PS- jar, you know I don’t mean this as a diss to you. I think you deserve any and all appreciation you get. Just not in Pit thread after Pit thread.
You should take a little extra time while reading to understand the insults. This one is brilliant, and wow! it applies to you too. Hopefully jarbabyj won’t post, whereupon you’ll be even MORE loserly.
Yer a nice guy and all, so don’t take this personally
But if there’s one fucking thing I hate about this board it’s the faux pit rants. You know, there are people who live for a good flame war around here. People who get up and get coffee and check the SDMB before they even bother to evacuate their bowels in the morning. People waiting for the next “JDT-FUCK YOU” thread or the short lived but hi-larious “Coldy is An Ass” from many months ago.
We fucking live our lives to watch others fight. It’s like goddamn Gladiator on crank.
And then you see something like this, or like the cloyingly disgusting Persephone rant or the “Pammipoo asked me to flame her and so I will because then maybe she’ll love me” rant and it’s like you’ve been kicked in the stomach by a jack boot.
and not in a fun way.
And while we’re at it; Tretiak (Don’t take this personally), I am a person diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety disorder PLUS, I was forcibly outed as a thin-skinner yesterday. I’m a fucking shambles over here. A mess that even the strongest mother would leave out in the wild for the wolf pack to take.
And finally, I have a fucking day when everything goes right (Except this goddamn French Twist that’s all loose and fucky) and you waltz in here, Mr. Do-As-I-Say and ask for a rant? Why can’t you be happy that I’m happy Tretiak? Why can’t you thank the Lord Jesus Christ that I’m in a good mood?
If you’re going to take me to the pit…have a fucking point. There’s a thousand to choose from.
I talk about sex too much
I rant too much
I always spell ocassionally wrong
I talk about Rammstein too much
I start too many threads
I post too often
I don’t care for abortion
I mean, really, there’s no shortage of faults. I had a MOD instant message me and wonder aloud why I’m still posting here. Otto invited me to EAT HIS POOP. It was the high fucking point of my life. So really, face it…
This is highly disappointing. It’s like the letdown of finding leftover fireworks, only to be greeted by the smell of burning cat urine when you attempt to set them off and you realize the cat has pissed all over them.
The arse licking forum is the next door on the left.
Makes you just wish, just once in a while, that you had that BANNED buttom at your disposal instead of in the hands of level-headed mods/admins. Course the next day when you aren’t pissed any more you could undo it.
To all those who are sticking pins in me over the OP you will be happy to knwo that the Karmic retribution you were hoping for has occurred. I went to pick up a dime and managed to split my pants. So now I am at work with my ass fully hanging out. Thank you.
I had a pants-ripping episode myself. I was showing my cross country team how to Butterfly stretch, but I was dressed in my nice clothes. The old pants I was wearing ripped, of course, making a near-perfect flatulatory noise. The kids thought that was extra funny. Goddam fart-sniffers. Worse than a Rammstein concert.
Where’s my karmic reward???!!!
Hey, e-mail the mods and ask them to move your thread to MPSIMS and change the title to Embarrassing Pants-Ripping Episodes.
I split my fencing pants horrible a few months ago in the midst of an especially forceful attack. Problem was, I felt them splitting in the middle of it, as it were. So at the last moment I pulled the attack to salvage what was left of my crotch, whereupon my opponent obligingly cracked me on the head, while I was looking down. As I have a nasty habit of chewing on the underside of my lip when I concentrate, I bit halfway through it. So I ended up with split knickers and a bloody lip.
