Nothing against the flirt thread. Gods know I’ve perused one or two in my day, but, dammit, I’m in a BAD MOOD! Because of this, we’re going to have an ANTI-FLIRT THREAD!
I’m waiting for someone to be mean to me. Then I shall kick at them with my steel-toed boots. Bring it on.
::folds arms and waits impatiently for the big meanies to wander in::
I never liked any of you people anyway.
You… You… poopy head! I salivate in your general direction! But not from lust, as my raging erection might indicate. No, NO, but from SPITE instead!
You can’t just have any fun, can you? But you can’t just SHUT UP and leave everyone else alone either, can you? Because you’re unhappy, everyone else has to be unhappy too, right? Whatever.
Bitch.
Pfft. I can’t even muster up enough creativity or emotion to be mean to anyone. So here’s a general nyah nyah nyah.
I believe Eeyore has taken over my soul.
Ah…I found my Midol. Much better. Oh wait, I havta be mean and not just bloated in the corner here?
Um…okay. Nyms, you’re a big poopy head.
No stealing my lines!
Your story has touched my heart.
Never in my life have I seen anyone with a more heart-rending and distressing story than you. My sympathy for you and your situation knows no bounds.
Now FUCK OFF and quit BOTHERING ME.
Feh. Wimps! Wusses!
YA GIRLS!!!
You can do better than that. That’s barely worth making up new curse words for.
And feel free to turn your vitriol on each other. I’m not the only one, dammit.
Wait, Hama almost got there. Good start. Keep going.
SQUISH
I’m sorry, was that your puppy, Nym?
Numpty.
Nymy, you know I dig you the most, but damn you bitch a lot! I mean, does anything ever go right for you? Do you have to regale us with each and every one of your insipid little trials?
Oh, I lost my car! Boohoohoo. Blech!
Oh, I lost another job! Wahwahawah. :rolleyes:
Oh, my house-mate is a worthless slob. I hate them. Pfft.
Oh, I’m broke all the time. Yeah, bummer.
Look, it’s not like you’re stuck living hundreds of miles from your home, all your stuff, the life you gave up so much for to try and develop and so many of your friends, so qwityerbitchen.
…pass th’ ketchup.
Not NYMDAWG! The last bastion of all that is good and holy in the world!!!
AAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
That’s it. This is war.
::Gets out the wood chipper and starts gathering happy fuzzy bunnies::
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*Originally posted by Mnementh *
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Good plan there, Mnementh. Bait the one with the PMS…okay…/cracking knuckles/
Mnementh, you are a crusty cum-rag. Don’t make me plant a hockey skate so far up your tushie, the laces come out your nose.
[sub]Hey that was refreshing, maybe I need to do this more often![/sub]
Hey, all of you? All of your asses do look fat in those jeans.
I hate you all, and if I ever see you, I will fight you.
Hah! Shows what you know! As a Canadian, hockey is in my blood. Skates are quickly reabsorbed into my body, and serve only to make me yet stronger!
BASTARDS! BASTARDS, ALL OF YOU!
It’s because of you that I didn’t go to Chicago. I mean, goddamn, you’d have pounced me in the first three seconds, and then I would have covered myself in vomit.
Hey, do me a favor; you owe me that much for living on the same planet I do and making it that much shittier. Get a fucking life. It doesn’t even have to be a GOOD one. Why don’t you mail Steve Gutenberg and see how much he wants for his? Quit wasting my time with idiotic threads.
Bah.
Quix 
When momma ain’t happy ain’t nobody happy, or so the song goes.
Whatsa matta’, Nym, lose the ‘logist’ from your job description?
And Ukulele Ike, ketchup? You must be a redneck.
You all suck. All of of you. Each and every one of you. Yes YOU. And Cranky? Nice blouse. Shame about the colour. Bitch.
Nym, you’re a bandy-legged half-cut greasy-haired cow and if i ever meet you I’m going to point and laugh until you cry.