Change his user name to Diaper Sniper. It’s easier to remember and more descriptive.
ETA or **Stage Manager v2. **
I knew we had a few notable pedophiles on this board but I never realized there were so many. You people are sick.
Says the clown who thinks dating his minor daughter would be hot.
Sure, I started it but you’re the one who has kept it going for this long. I’m sure it would have run a few pages without you because it seems I wasn’t the only one who was fed up but I certainly didn’t expect it to last this long. I mean seriously, no snark, you’re obviously getting something out of participating in this thread, otherwise you wouldn’t bother. The only reason that seems logical is that you’re enjoying the attention. Am I wrong?
You aren’t wrong at all. It is an entertaining thread.
So you’re happy being known as Stage Manager v2? We all see you as a pedo now, you realize that?
That’s a sad thought.
Troll game is weak.
You seem disappointed that your thread didn’t have the desired effect. Sort of ironic.
If you’re still looking for a date, octopus is batting his willowy eyelashes in your direction.
Exactly what do you think I hoped to get out of this thread that hasn’t happened? Do you think I expected Shags to change as a result of it?
…that excuse wouldn’t cut it in the workplace and it doesn’t cut it here. When somebody tells you no: you back off.
When somebody says to you “I don’t want to go out with you. I don’t like you. I find you repulsive and disgusting”: replying with “I think you are sweet. We would have to do something about those clothes though. I could take you shopping Pretty Woman style” is pretty plainly sexual harassment. Its disgusting, its insidious, its creepy, its pretty fucking scary and no person should have to put up with it.
Can you link to some corporate HR orientation videos so we can all be clear what the expected standards of decorum are within the SDMB BBQ Pit? Thanks.
Guin and I have a long and illustrious history and I am not usually the initiator. There is nothing sexual about it. She knows that I am probably gay anyway but the only way to know for sure still hasn’t been fully developed.
I am off to see my Russian poker player. Of course she picked the most expensive restaurant in one of the most expensive towns in Massachusetts to even start the evening but I can’t complain. My Jewish heiress crapped out by being an unstable bitch just like her mother. I may have to start pulling from the bench again but I am running a deep one right now so that isn’t a problem.
Hmm, I’m keen to guess.
…I’m not talking about the “expected standards of decorum in the pit.” I’m talking about the expected standards of decorum in society, of which you are part of. If someone tells you “no” you back the fuck off. You do it at work. You do it at the bar or a nightclub. You do it in the fucking pit.
Its what this thread is all about. Its about your misogynistic behavior: your ignorance of social norms, of your trend to treat women like shit. There is a line. We can’t stop you crossing the line in your personal life we we sure as fuck can stop you crossing that line here. She said no. End it.
The town starts with a ‘W’ like most of them do and it is an old-school steakhouse. $$$$ of course.
I thought of the perfect joke. When the waiter comes by to take drink orders, I will say “I am having a White Russian tonight” and then wink at her. That is sure to win her heart.
You aren’t the pit sheriff. And what’s this about decorum in the pit anyways? You are being quite a potty mouth. That wouldn’t be proper in decent society either.
…who the fuck are you again?
Do your married female coworkers’ husbands know you treat them like prostitutes? Because I’d love to know how else they’re supposed to interpret the Pretty Woman reference. She was a prostitute, he was her john. He bought her clothes as part of their clearly sexual arrangement.
Or is this yet another one of those examples, like your sexual assault of your friend’s GF or your ongoing, perverse ogling of your daughter, where you’ll spend post after post insisting we just don’t get it?
No, we don’t have any history. Just fuck off. I don’t know if you’re kidding or not, but you’re starting to creep me the fuck out.
Neither are you. And shove it with your whining about potty mouths already. If you can’t take the heat, stay out of the kitchen, jackass.
I won’t give it away here, but I think I might know the place you’re talking about.
He’s my groupie. He follows me around dropping drive-by nonsense.