Plastic is an evil petroleum product. Do you know what the price of petroleum is doing these days? Are you too stupid to even read the front page of the newspapers (I know you’re too lazy to turn to anything but the back page and sports–New Orleans is more than the Super Bowl!).
Enjoy your support of the huge media conglomorates, Annie. I prefer to listen to NPR. Re: New Orleans, please see my post up-thread:
NPR! NPR!
The only person who I trust involving the news is the man I keep in my woodshed.
I accept your response as the unintended and grudging compliment that it tacitly is. These are all genuine Malapropisms, and some of them aren’t even rehearsed.
I have to ask – exactly what village is having to go without the services of its idiot while you’re foisting your fifty favourite inanities upon us, Ms. Buttinsky? :wally
What you do with your sex slave is best kept discreet, Governor Quinn. Besides, how much actual news is on leatherdaddyfreak.com? Who cares when the new buttless chaps come out?
Malacandra. Speaking of village idiots, which quaint little United Kingdom backwater is doing without your gibbering inbred services of doddering about upright and producing unbroken strands of drool for the amusement of the townfolk?
I’ve eaten and rested and am eager to exchange new ideas.
Obviously not village is doing without it’s idiot services as you have taking over, being such an idiot you are enough for two villages, if not a whole county.
Is Askia to busy sodomising his burro or has the cell phone finally fried his remaining braincell.
Anne, I suppose a shag’s out if the question?
Of course you would; it tastes just like yer mom.
Robin
:: Looks on in pure admiration. :: Daymn, MsRobyn!
And you would know.
What is with this id thing anyway? MsRobyn but your name is Robin? Is this some kind of cognitive dissonance? Dyslexia much?
Askia, satisfied the burro now?
I swear, I keep hearing the incessant buzzing of a foul little insect buzzing… “Burrrooo. Burrrrrroo.” Like a dead horse being flogged. Odd.
It’s obvious from rayh’s description. This guy is Malacandra, and I claim my five pounds.
I don’t want to hear about your necrophiliac urges thank you.
Yes we all realise you are odd.
I thought you drew the line at warm-blooded creatures. How do you do that with an insect, anyway?
I don’t get odd – I get even.
Well, obviously not. I lowered my standard and slept with you.
Sorry, but I’m afraid of catching something from you that you got at the Bricker-spanking orgy.
At least it wasn’t a dead horse like some people on here.
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Sorry, I’m busy now, I’ll sh*t myself later.
You’ve been saying that for sixteen days now! You’re going to prolapse your sphincter muscles – and then how are you going to support your meth habit selling yourself? Good Lord, when people say, “You’re full of it, rayh” it’s NOT a point of pride!
Your obession with whores and scat is becoming tedious. You are just parading your sexual inadequacies and your fetishes. Please allow us adults to have a meaningful conversation without poisoning it with you puerile innuendoes.
IOW, go lick your burro’s bottom.
Uh, Sweetcheeks is yours. Remember your tattoo?
Your hypocrisy is staggering in scope, though not as large as your delusion of adulthood.
I accept your challenge! I’ll point out your many other endless faults without referring to your peccadilios with prostitutes, shameless swallowing of scat or flagrant fetishes. See if you can put two words together without evoking your burro.
“Lick my burro.” Kiss your ass!
Try not to let your fantasies get away from you. You obviously have vastly more experience with prostitutes than I do. How are you making out as a rent boy?