You berate me for snivelling about being hurt when there are people suffering with terminal cancer, then you post this :-
Hypocrisy much?
My uncle works at a candy company making sour gumballs. Every day is a struggle. It’s not enough that he has to deal with this awful economy. The cost of shipping little lemonballs is so expensive now what with the gas prices going up and up and up. New regulations mean the little clear plastic that wraps the candies has to be “non-leeching”, but the new plastic comes loose from the little twisted ends and the candies fall unwrapped into the larger containiner bag. When that happens no one buys them and the candies are returned as “defective”. Dentists are a constant problem, brazenly overestimating the danger of sourballs to children’s tooth health (*overstimating *to line their own pockets, I might add). Furthermore, the competition from cheaply produced sour balls from Asia means no one makes any money and my uncle hasn’t gotten a raise in years. And chocolate. Nowadays everyone wants chocolate. Even white chocolate is seeing a boom. And chocolate is actually good for you. Haven’t you heard? Sheesh.
Now, as American companies continue to struggle and fail in sourball production, YOU go and make another thoughtless comment. Sour is not bad. Got that? Sour is not bad! Sour is putting food on someone’s table tonight. Please be a bit more responsible in your position of authority.
Are you serious? Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing? Surely a board such as the SDMB would be above such discrimination. How DARE you slight the memory of our brave warriors, fallen in combat defending the country they loved so that you, you sniveling twit, would have the freedom to come on these boards and say whatever you want, even if it is absolute drivel like that. Did it not occur to you, you festering snot pile, that those people are now DEAD? And did it also not occur to you that being dead has not, at least not for us normal, intelligent people, been any barrier to their being loved and remembered? Honestly, I’ve had quite enough of this anti-dead bigotry. You. make. me. sick.
Man. Gas prices are $3.49 for premium, up thirty cents from last night.
That’s what you get for driving an SUV! People like you are driving us headlong into global warming. You and your Hummers and Escalades. Never even get off the highways, do you? Bah! Buncha commie soccer-moms, wanting to be trendy.
(Side note: Askia, remind me to never play the Dozens with you for real. You are wicked sharp, dude! 
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My breakfast burrito was yummy.
You are an elitist pig, Askia. Have you no sensitivity for the millions of hardworking poor [del]slobs[/del] people who can’t afford premium, but who are instead forced to pay through the nose for what you think is an inferior product? Are you going to bitch about the price of beluga caviar, too? Hmmm?
Robin
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you septics don’t know from expensive gas. Aside from the questionable sense of priorities displayed in kvetching about this when New Orleans is lying in ruins and being looted of everything remotely portable. Spoiled little ::checks the prissy mod’s warning about personal insults ::
That fire engine outside my window sure is loud, btw!
Yeah. Make fun of deaf people, whydontcha?
Robin, who takes back the “elitist pig” remark.
silenus. There are starving, homeless people in New Orleans eating DVDs of “Good Burger” because that’s the closest thing they can get to eaing meat without resorting to cannibalism and you have the gall to gloat about eating actual eggs? You. Ass.
MsRobyn. Don’t “hmmmm” me unless you’re on your knees with a slobbery mouthful.
Malacandra. Don’t sleep in your car, bitch.
Oh, yeah, great! One of your neighbors (whom the Bible advises you to love as you love yourself) has bad enough problems that they need a fire engine, and all you can do is whine about it being loud! Why don’t you get a great big step ladder, get over yourself, then get out there and see if maybe you can offer some damned help?? Selfish oaf!
I don’t make a habit of it, what with having a steady job and a roof over my head. Do you usually call guys “bitch” or is this some kind of patois that I’m just too educated to “get”? :rolleyes:
n + 2) Being gay is not a choice.
I don’t need a great big stepladder to get over myself, but I hear where the council has had to put diversion signs around your useless fat ass. 
… and don’t think gay people everywhere aren’t GRATEFUL you’re not on the team.
I saw Hustle and Flow yesterday. Pimpin’ ain’t easy.
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Everybody,
Get Him!!
Or her. Or it. You can never tell with the weirdos on this board. I don’t know why I even associate with you people.
Speraking of which, why is your IP number registered to “M. Jackson?” And why do all these pop-ups from ‘ShavedThaiBoys.com’ keep popping up on your screen?
Yeah, let’s glorify the objectification, abuse, and sale of women with some lame-o glib remark, just so you can feel like you’re all ‘hip-hop’ and ‘street.’ You, sir, make me ill.
Oh man, I love the smell of freshly-cut grass.
Sorry? What? Fresh-cut ass?
Mine is eight inches.
I’m sure you a much bigger ass than that! Eight feet maybe.
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Sez you. Doncha know it’s a gateway drug, besides which it f***s up your short-term memory?
Whaddayawant, I should commend your sense of professional commitment?
Sheesh! The post was about the “cultural superiority” of the lyrics. “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina” was written by Tim Rice, one of the best lyricists every. I mean, he was the one who came up with the idea for the show. Whoever would have thought of doing a musical about Eva Peron? Certainly not Andrew Lloyd Webber. He was trying to do one about CATS.
Show Tim Rice some respect for his cultural superiority.