Yeah, I’ve seen it. It’s there. There are just some people out here that you just want to beat the living fuck out of. To start you off? Me. Byzantine. Want to pound me into the dirt, motherfucker? Think you can? Go to town you slimy piece of shit! What are you gonna do? Hit me or anyone else with your best shot!
The moon looks on many flowers, the flowers on but one moon.
Oh Dif, don’t even go there! How sweet you are with the first post. Like a virgin on her first night… how’s a fist feel, slammed up your ass? Like it? No? Then fight back… I want flames and fire. Brimstone all around! Too tame out here… I want that fire, that spark of hate… I want the flames of passionate hate to draw me down like tar…
“Byz: You really think I wanna beat up a person who said she had to type with one hand
when she looked at my picture?!?”
Didn’t you read the other post? Where I said it was all a lie? Where I’d rip out my own genitalia with a fork not to have to bed you? Oh please, Satan, I count on you for nothing else but fun… so easy to slam, so easy to force and push and make this all nothing but the most hate filled of posts TennHippie has my pixs but you don’t, not yet, so go to town, lover. How deep can your slams of me go?.
Byz, you insolent twit!
How I would love to slice open your belly so you could watch your steaming entrails fall at your feet as you draw your final breath!
Neighborhood dogs would turn their muzzles away from the stench of your urine saturated intestines!
Your carcass would be left to rot in the sun since your mere presence would soil any consecrated ground!
Teeny(referring to your mental capacity, of course), you ignorant slut . . .
Maggots writhe and die on the oozings of your festered womb, yet they are not plentiful enough to match your hunger. May their feces infest and deviate your septum. If your brain were implanted in a hummingbird, it would suck a mule’s ass for a morning-glory!
But… why Biz? Why should we all call you names, and tell you nasty things when we all like you? Are you going through a difficult phase, dear? Do you feel rejected, or depressed?
Are you trying to tell us something, but you’re just too shy to be clear? We’re here to help you, hun. Don’t let the anger surface. Be calm, and rational, and everything will be ok.
Remember the words of that FABULOUS, WONDERFUL rock opera, JC Superstar’s song:
“Try not to get worried,
try not to get into
problems that upset you.
Don’t you know
everything’s allright,
everything’s fine…”
Sing it to yourself, and you’ll feel much better, you’ll see…
And now, darling, GET OFF MY BACK, I’M HAVING AN AWFUL HECK OF A TIME TRYING NOT TO BE PISSED OFF BY ANYONE!!!…and you almost did it.
Well, that was good. Not as good as it could be but I like it so far. And hey, I never said, “Just slam me” I was just giving you an opening. You didn’t all have to ram your fists up my butt… there are all KINDS of butts out here…
The moon looks on many flowers, the flowers on but one moon.
Okay.
Contestant #3 really draws my ire (for one post on one thread – I’m not saying it’s justified, it’s just where I’m at right now).
Nickrz pissed me off by not dealing as promptly as I’d’ve liked him to with a newly emerged troll.
BluePony perturbs me 'cause he was in the Air Force.
Kellibelli sexually frustrates me.
PapaBear confounds me with his flawless logic.
Oh, and those fuckwads at Kiwi got their heads up their asses.
Mangeorge and his “peace”.
Satan and his “piece” (heatherlee).
and… and…
I want you all to know that I did not read this topic; principly because I am not interested in polling PEASANT OPINION!
Back to your hovels, you glue-sniffing, shitstained, heretical, substandard misanthropes.
You have littered the world with your asinine opinions, Biblical jabber, and used hypodermic needles for FAR TOO LONG!
A years worth of Torquemada’s dedicated attention is far to good for you pirates, simonists, odelesques and drunkards!
I will give you the ultimate punishment! I will trap you in an elevator with Three Insurance Agents, Ken Starr, C#3, Newt Gingrich, AND>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
…YANNI!
If you all grovel suitably, I may simply sell you to a cosmetics firm for animal testing purposes, instead.
We have met the enemy, and He is Us.–Walt Kelly
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Daniel you are one sick SOB, you know that? How in the hell is someone supposed to be stuck in an elevator with C#3? Personally I’d crap myself. Of course then it would provide me something to fling at him.