It deals with sex, so obviously. I’ll wager my experiences are vastly greater than yours in every aspect of life from “having friends” to “being literate.” Which beggars the question how they let you in this forum.
I paid. Full price. Unlike you, cheapskate.
Counterfeiting again? We know you’re on the dole.
The truth hurts.
Well, I’m no Nero Wolfe, but it wasn’t egregiously difficult to figure out your source of income. You’re too bloody inexperienced to be a rent boy (hence your earlier interest) and too bloody inept to be a hacker.
Is that a fat joke?!?!?!?
“I gave my kid a colouring book.”
Ya don’t say?
Robin
“Colouring”? Oooh, did you give him tea and crumpets to go with it? Do you have any idea of the soul-destroying laBOR you Canucks force upon typists and word processors alike by holding on to those extra "u"s just because you can’t bear to let go of Mama England’s apron strings?
My baby nephew has just learned to giggle and it’s soooo cute!
[Big Sally]Such a disappointment for a girl…[/Big Sally]
A coloring book? You’re destroying your kid’s innate creativity by telling them what to color, you fascist! You should give them crayons, permanent markers, and as many pieces of paper as they want, so they can express themselves without the artificial constraints imposed by a coloring book! I bet you’ll even yell at them if they choose not to color inside the lines! As if coloring inside the lines were a more legitimate form of art than coloring wherever you d**n well please. But I’m sure you can’t appreciate art that’s not realistic and colored within the lines, you philistine.
And I bet it was a coloring book put out by an evil soulless corporation intent on selling your kid as many toys as possible. You know, all the cartoons that kids watch these days are just half-hour advertisements for toys that they’ll harass you until you buy. And those toys will make them dependent on some corporation to amuse themselves. When they’re older, they’ll be mindless consumers of mass media, rather than creating their own entertainment.
Actually, I’ll bet he’s trying to “motivate” his kid to not be color-blind by willpower alone.
And beatings. Don’t forget the beatings.
Try and keep up with me on this one. I won’t use big words so you should be able to follow. Doing it with your hand does not count as sexual experience, nor does talking about it on the internet. The people on chat-lines don’t really count as “friends” you know. As for being literate, just becaue you can read comics, especially the ones with big words, doesn’t qulaify you as literate.
You beat your kids you? You monster! Or are we back on the Bricker-spanking orgy.
Whew.
It’s not often someone chastises me for being illiterate in a sentence with a) two mistyped words b) two commas incorrectly in place of a parathetical aside c) a tautology and d) a contradiction. Not that you can define it but this is pure irony.
snicker
You poor, misguided fool. Don’t you know that dairy products are a pit of poison causing everything from autism to zits including Lou Gherig’s disease, juvenile delinquency, and statutory rape ??
Don’t you know that every shred of scientific “evidence” about dairy poisons, I mean products being healthy is simply propoganda put out by the dairy industry, since all studies involving diary products are funded by those dirty liars! Impartial cite.
And by the way, is that chocolate ice cream you’re eating? You imperialist peeg*–you support slavery in third world countries! Don’t you know that all cocoa beans are harvested by small children who are kidnapped from their homes and sold into slavery? Oh, of course you do, and you like it don’t you, massah!!! You like knowing that African American children are targets of the dairy industry and swindled into buying chocolate milk, thereby supporting both the evil dairy industry and keeping their brothers down. You probably go around eating chocolate every chance you get!!
*I have been snickering about this since I read it in your post earlier in the thread. I will probably wander around snickering about it all day. Then, everyone at the Saturday Market will wonder what I’m snickering about, and yet again I’ll be forced to utter the words “well, there’s this message board…” which will probably cause them to come looking for it, and will then cause the entire downfall of the board when we have an influx of newbies stinking up the joint. Thanks a lot, Eve :mad:
No. “A fat joke” is your chubby son running. He pours Crisco on Froot Loops. His favorite food group is “pork.” Tell your kid butter from the freezer is not a popsicle.
I win!
Emasculating him already, are you? Lousy feminazis, eager to slice off any scrotum they can reach and hang it on their wall like a trophy. It’s bitches like you that make Fight Club such a noble and necessary film.
We wouldn’t need to emasculate you if you’d just do what we want.
Robin
Hmf. What’s a feller got to do to pick a fight around here?
Maybe I should take a nap, then mow the lawn.