She/he? She/he? She/he? <h3>She/he?</h3>
Look at the name. Look at the sig. Don’t make me use the axe.
Your Official Cat Goddess since 10/20/99.
“I’m a god. I’m not the God–I don’t think.” --P.C.
OKay okay, I’m sorry. I think I’m just gonna call everyone “this loser” as in “this loser is our newest member” and the ever popular “this loser thinks too much.”
But in your case, Kat, I’ll sooory, and won’t let it 'appen again. Cool?
Fat Guy in a Little Coat,
SDMB Self-Righteous Clique
Hey Smick,
I am willing to admit I made a mistake. I thought my post was an opinion and not a flame, but in retrospect it seems as if it might have gotten personal. I apologize. What you have subsequently written about me and my “whoring mother” was VERY personal and most certainly a flame, so in my mind you are as guilty as I. You want someone to dump on ? I suppose you can dump on me if thats your wish. I for one have never tried to be anything but nice on this board, tried to contribute intelligent thoughts and somewhat interesting GQs. I think its rather funny that I don’t get noticed or talked about (or to) until I do something wrong - figures I suppose. In any event, my “flame like” post was really more in regards to the “update” you did in which you wrote in huge letters - something which almost anyone would find aggrevating, and by the fact that it has since fallen off the board - most did. This thread is all in good fun, as I have been told So I won’t bother you anymore, truce m’kay ? Perhaps me and my whoring mom shall be able to contribute over a dollar next week.
Later
Oooo! Can I be the secretary for the Secret Agent who he flirts with shamelessly, but will never get together with? As Vestal knows, I am well qualified for this position…references to threads on this board available upon request. 
“You are sweet, kind, and considerate… Like a grown up boy scout with tits!”
- Brian, aka SDMB’s one and only Satan.
Hmm… Let’s see, from an objective eye who doesn’t have any favoritism one way or anotther…
"Freakin judas on a pogo stick, stop encouraging this ass munch. "
“Go peddle your ‘hey look at me’ crap somewhere else.”
“I have posted on my smarts (limited though they may be) , you begin a stupid popularity contest.”
Now, the reply was this:
“We have more money than Forrest Gump and Gabriels whoring mom put togehter. Our current assets rest stably at $654,951,159,654,465,357,753,117,321,987,062.48. The first gajillion-odd dollars came from international arms and oil sales, and offshore holding accounts. The $0.48 came from Gabriels whoring mother. Hey every little bit helps, right?”
In my humble opinion, Gabe, your post was definitely on the flaming side.
Whereas SmickD’s follow-up was sinply funny. In a nutshell, I can see you generally pissed when calling him an ass-munch and his little thread stupidity. Saying what he said about your mom was just… funny. Unless she really is a whore. 
I think you are overreacting and should let it drop. If you dish out what you did, and can’t take what you got back in return, maybe dishing is not for you. I also doubt SmichD is upset in the least by your comments judging by his good humor.
My $0.02…
Yer pal,
Satan
Whatever . . . . I apologized, I said I was wrong, I can do no more than that.
Smick - thanks for accepting my apology when you certainly could have blasted me even more. We are cool - you da man.
Satan - I flame and its “stupidity”, he flames and its “funny”. Perhaps I just didn’t put enough creativity into it. I can take just fine (see last sentence of my last post) , I may not be much of a “disher”. Seems to me subject is over, unless of course others want to continue it.
Peace.
Hey dude, you can even join up if you want to man. We here at the SDMB sarc aren’t really discriminating. Shit they let me in, right? I am just a fat guy in a lil coat, but I got a party hat and can use a smidge of <h3>HTML</h3>.
Hell it wasn’t even my idea. Konrad is da man, he thunk de whoole ting up, mon. Me? I be only de fet man in de leel coat, mon. But this title is to go away soon, as I sit next to Glitch reading maxim-pass the cheetos, will ya?-and hello? People? THis is your chance to submit a new title name. Do I need to start a new thread? Wutup?
noonch.
Fat Guy in a Little Coat,
SDMB Self-Righteous Clique
Re my application - I have heard nothing from either The Guy That Sits Next To Glitch etc etc etc or missdavis. Should I clarify that my skills with stiletti refers to both the knives and the shoes? Hell, at this point I’d settle for Sexy Chauffeur In A Tight-Fitting Uniform That Joins In The Fray And Does A Ripping Job Bumping Off Bad Guys When They Attack The Secret Agent’s Limousine.
Denutting is not my favorite surgery, Vestal, but what the heck - we can always have spaghetti tonight. Send over the dossiere.
Come along, StoryT, we have a mission. Bring the Bobbitt bag, some pasta, tomatoes and oregeno. Oh, and boil some water!
Scarlet, you were hired as “Ass-burner/sleek personal bodyguard” in the update that no one read.
Sigh.
So- you have been hired, so quit your whining before I have one of our evil ninja assasins smack your bitch up matrix style.
This shouldn’t have to be said, but in the interest of keeping the peace, and not wanting Scarlet pimpernel to kick my ass all over the board, here goes…
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JUST KIDDING
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Noonch.
ps My boys, Jay and Silent Bob, are in Scream 3. I am stoked. Snoogans.
Fat Guy in a Little Coat,
SDMB Self-Righteous Clique
I have a perfect job title:
Chief EVILutionist
Duties: pissing off and on creationists.
Satan could be my lieutenant.
>< DARWIN >
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Um, pardon me, but I have not heard about MY job application either. (And Vestal hon…I’m hurt!) Any word, or should I go join the anti-clique forces outside?
“You are sweet, kind, and considerate… Like a grown up boy scout with tits!”
- Brian, aka SDMB’s one and only Satan.
sorry Falcon, being a fat lazy in a little coat aint always easy.
Anyway, could you resubmit your app? I will review it and let you know posthaste.
Peace.
Fat Guy in a Little Coat,
SDMB Self-Righteous Clique
Okay, jab1, I think we can fit you into our medical staff so that you could work with Dr. Jackson and Sylence. But as far as Satan being your lieutenant, I’m afraid that’s quite impossible.
See, Satan already has a lucrative position with us, he is El Presidente. So what your asking like getting hired at microsoft and asking for Bill Gates to be your flunky. Wake up and smell the crack rockin’ up, homie!
But anyway, yer hired,
I think you should begin work on a genetic virus immediately. Go boy go.
Noocnh.
Fat Guy in a Little Coat,
SDMB Self-Righteous Clique
Hi. I’d like to inquire about any job openings for Twitchy Looking Guys Who Look Like They Could Go Postal At Any Second. I don’t have a resume as yet, but I have several imaginary friends who can vouch for me.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Well, Seale, let’s talk about possible positions.
We could hire you as “Original Assassin.” By contractual obligation with the Force of Good ™- specifically, Clause 31 in Section II- when we first attempt to kill off one of their secret agents, we need to send someone who is so obviously a homicidal assassin that he/she can be dispatched with ease. It seems like you’d be the perfect candidate for that, though I’d warn you that while the pay is good and you can call yourself our first-string “Assassin”, you will likely get your ass kicked every three to six months and spend much of your working year recuperating in a hospital. No, buxom nurses are not part of our health plan.
Second option, of course, is hiring you as our “So Overly Psychotic Assassin That He Takes Down Half Of His Own Squad With Him” position. However, you’ll need to bring documented evidence of true psychotic and paranoid episodes, and you’ll have to put up with a lot of mistrust from fellow employees.
Third and final option is the “Lone Idiot”. You’ll be a lackey for me, and I’ll give you an assignment. Your inability to carry out this assignment with dilligence, intelligent, or propriety (or some combination thereof) will guarantee that the main hero discovers our hideout and identity well into the second reel. That’s in Clause 53 of Section II, and while we couldn’t get The Forces Of Good™ to drop that one, we were able to demand at least one primary Cabinet/Presidential Staff member of our choosing to be a spy for our organization in exchange for us not going on strike.
Anyways, those are the open positions. Apply to SmickD or myself.
Yours Sincerely,
Konrad’s Lackey John Corrado
JMCJ
This is not a sig.
Why certainly…
Oooo! Can I be the secretary for the Secret Agent who he flirts with shamelessly, but will never get together with? As Vestal knows, I am well qualified for this position…references to threads on this board available upon request.
“You are sweet, kind, and considerate… Like a grown up boy scout with tits!”
- Brian, aka SDMB’s one and only Satan.
You will notice that I have not posted much here. Much like the real EEl Presidente, I rake in the big bucks and let my minions handle the dirty work.
Doing a fine job, all! Keep up the good work!
(Boosting morale… Every good leader has to once in a while…)
Yer pal,
Satan
Okey-doke falcon. I believe we can work something out. The only question is, we have many secret agents, and to be Miss. Falconpenny, you would have to choose one. Your choices (regardless of gender) are:
Vestal Blue and any others that I have forgotten as I am really incompetent.
So hey,
<h3>Secret Agents!</h3>
listen up! Any o’ y’all (assuming there are more of you than just Vestal Blue) want an assistant moneypennyesque style?
Let us know!!!
Fat Guy in a Little Coat,
SDMB Self-Righteous Clique
Yo Konrad! Ye have an ETA on that wine ye promised? My rapidly assembling peasant hordes over in the anti-clique are gettin’ mighty thirsty waitin’ fer you folks to work out yer administrative minutia.
Also, I thought it was understood that ye’d be sendin’ a willowy brunette emissary – what the hell good is all the wine and silks gonna do me otherwise, eh?
Dr. Watson
“Peace, n. In international affairs, a period of cheating between two periods of fighting.” – Ambrose Bierce