(Not bad, silenus.)
If the next words you type are, “Would you be mine?” I’m suing your ass for sexual harassment.
I’m reading the Dragonriders of Pern ominibus by Anne McCaffery.
Figures - your head’s always in the clouds anyway.
Beats your amateur commitment to pimping. I were you I’d quit doing to that to my Mom.
Is it as good as the Dragonriders of Pern omnibus by Anne McCaffrey?
What’s that sound effect when a joke chokes and dies? Womp womp womp…
I wish I could type faster.
Askia, don’t be modest, you are a much bigger tool than that.
I’m amazed anyone did anything to your Mom, including your Dad. Was coercion involved?
No, no. That’s I possess a much bigger tool. It’s called a Big Johnson. You own a T-shirt! Well, yours says, “Training Jock” but still…
To be fair, Malacandra, you’ve been amazed by indoor plumbing.
Sez the guy who loses arguments with a handful of cress grown on a damp flannel.
Speak AMERICAN. Bad enough we had to bail you people out of WWII, I don’t need you sharing your wanking terminology.
Uh-oh. Too much?
English lessons from an American? Purrrrrrhlease.
We seem to be back on naming your double-ended dildo.
Idiot. Don’t you know your history?
We also bailed their asses out of WW1, kept up the military and economic support of Greece when England couldn’t afford it back in the winter of '47, and gave them billions in Marshall Plan money.
Sniff. African-American, if you please, you feeble-mannered bigot.
Quite the contrary; it would seem it never went far from your mind at all.
Wow! I’ve been waiting to dust off my “If it wasn’t for us, you’d be speaking German” retort.
And if you don’t like it, take the lift down to your lorry and get the f**k outta here.
Braggart. I made my point, you beat it into the ground. Christ, I simply cannot take you anywhere.
Dear God. You’re having an aneurysm.
Sounds like someone is projecting some guilt. Did you get home late from the NAMBLA meeting last night?
Your simply cannot point a finger without pointing three back at yourself, sir. BTW: I see they’ve updated your postings on the “Sex-Offender Registry.” How painful was your chemical castration?
Oh, I say, this repartee has become oh so very much more enjoyable now that I’ve shifted my “Internet Posting Voice” from David Chappelle to Stewie Griffin. The voice in my head are positively spinning!