Actually I don’t, at least not intentionally. The thread almost always has new responses every time I check on it. If it doesn’t, I move on and check on it later. I respond, but I’m certainly not keeping it alive on my own.
It does seem to be on life support and there’s a consensus building that it’s not a life worth saving. It’s time to face reality. The patient isn’t going to get better. Perhaps it’s time to unplug him? At this point, the thread’s reason for existence is simply to continue to allow its subject to soil the bed.
All right. Let’s stop giving Shags what he wants. Everyone stop posting in this thread starting…now!
Right!
I agree!
Regards,
Shodan
Is that how this actually works?
You call a guy into the pit, he actually shows up and 20-on-1 you fail to kill him so you start sending bat signals for a mod to rescue you from the thread?
Hey, it’s the clue phone, it’s for you.
WTF? Who’s looking to be rescued? The thread has run its course. At this point people are just poking Shags with a stick and he’s lapping up the attention. I didn’t fail to do anything. This thread was quite successful. It’s been going on for a month now. How often does that happen? Are you saying because Shags hasn’t admitted to anything or changed his ways as a result of this thread, that it’s been a failure? That’s pretty ridiculous.
Okay, let’s start over. Everyone stop posting in this thread starting now.
+1.
Regards,
Shodan
I say to let Shaggy keep it going with his fabrications, long term all it does is negatively influence perception of his personality among neutral posters.
Many people with no opinion on him will see a multi-page pit thread staying at the top of the Pit and rightly conclude that a simple spat would have faded away weeks ago, so he must in fact be a douchebag up there with the likes of Starvingartist or the fxmastermind guy, or any other idiot who thought he would look better by doubling down in the Pit.
Some of those neutral posters might even read some of the thread and find that they were right. So let him post away, the real payoff will be in the coming months and in the other forums as people become more and more aware of who they are responding to.
I believe this thread has provided yeoman service and has earned a well-deserved vacation, including one of those spa-day things where they put cucumber slices on your eyelids.
We can always bump it if Shags provides us with new material (such as a thread about hosebeasts, or revenge, or revenge on hosebeasts, or whatever).
Here is something that will make you all happy. I just got dumped twice in the same day by two different women. They didn’t know about each other but that is a record for me. One is just batshit insane with serious family issues that would make the Bluth family blush. The other is very honest (except her pictures because she needs to hit the treadmill really hard so she can be gorgeous again). I don’t have a problem with the latter. I think I can just downgrade her to a friend because it will work and we never really had a romantic relationship because it was too new. It still stings though to have to go through that twice in the same day. Oh well, fuck’em, or more appropriately, don’t. I have to get the Russian poker player off the bench now. I have no idea why I put her on third string because she is a clear starter. The time close to Christmas sucks for bringing in new recruits.
“Cy Bradstone: [voiceover] I grew up normal, in a normal house, the size of a castle. I played sports. Sang in the choir for the President of the United States. And celebrated my birthdays with four-story cakes flown straight from Paris.”
One of the really creepy Unsubs on Criminal Minds… who reminds me of Shagnasty.
Nm, really nevermind!
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
I dunno, Doctor Evil seems more realistic than Shags.
Hee! But this lil bit as I was watching the very episode really clicked when I hopped over here and read his latest post:
Cy: “Uh, last night I had a date with two hot twins.”
Matt Bradstone: “Uh-huh, is that so?”
Cy: “Why don’t you believe me?”
Matt: “Remember when he said he dated Cyndi Lauper in high school?”
Cy: “I did! I did! I did! How many times do I have to tell you?”
Matt: " A million, 'cause you always lie."
And to think, this is the guy we called a misogynist!
It is an abomination. I kind of feel bad for posting that because I talked to her for a while and we are still going to go out as friends. She is just a little confused about what she really wants but so am I. It isn’t like we had wild sex in the parking lot on our 1st date anyway. I just had to point out that dating is dumb and you have to hang on to quality ones like me in some form because it might come in handy and it will be fun.
She really does need to hit the treadmill though. Her face is gorgeous and she could be overall too if she didn’t eat the all of the fried pickles that I bought for her plus her large entree. I still can’t believe a semi-fat chick tried to break up with me and that I spent time to minimize the damage tonight. I guess I kind of like her.
The crazy Jewish heiress is just off the rails though. There is a reason most of her family won’t speak to her or even visit when she needs medical care. I am tempted to try to salvage that one too because I have no sense but I don’t need another borderline case in my life. I know for a fact that would be a bigger disaster than the sinking of the Titanic but I hate losing.
nm
What is it with fat women thinking that they are normal and acceptable and decent people who are just trying to find happiness? They should just crawl into their basements and die alone to spare real humans the horror of having to interact with women who aren’t the racist tens that real men want to be with.