And no, I didn’t just call you a moron. Ya doofus.
I knew this thread would peter out as smart-ass comments are only appropriate when attached to someone elses comments for the most part. One can not overlook the satisfaction derived from applying said comments live and in person, however, and it’s really the optimum venue for perfecting our art. Carry on troops, give quarter wisely. The life you spare might very well be one of our brothers in the making. Or it could just be another dumbass. Only time will tell.
So you’re saying that smart ass remarks are the parasites of thought and language? Or maybe more like symbiotes.
I never thought of it from a scientific angle before. See how much each smart-ass brings to the table? Perhaps we should start a colledge fund, you know to support those less fortunate but still viable members of our group.
At the risk of exposing my own dumb-assery, I don’t get this one at all.
Hey Omegaman - you know what I like about you? You’re one of the few people I know who manages to work the word “beating” into every third sentence. In the real world, beatings are a serious matter and not to be taken (or given) lightly, but to me, at least, it’s a word which never fails to draw a chuckle when interspersed into casual conversation. I’m a big fan of that word.*
*When I was 21, I sent out my own home-made Christmas cards to my friends. They displayed an enraged Santa grabbing a poor wretch by the hair, with cudgel held high and ready to fall. The caption? “Seasons Beatings”, of course.
[curly]Oh! Wiseguy, huh? Woopwoopwoopwoop!! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk. Rowf!! Rowf!![/curly]
Smart Asses Unite.
Together we can put a stop to this shit!
Aside from being a dedicated smart-ass I use humor as frequently as possible. I wonder if there’s a connection. Anywho it’s been a hard ass road getting to this point in my life and while it’s not for everyone, the bottom line is you give up or adapt and overcome. Not always able to make work as well as I’d like, but hey, I’m just a human like everyone else. But to say that the events that transpire during your journey in this world don’t somehow shape you is something that just isn’t so. Forgive is part of my creed forgetting on the other hand in some cases can’t be acomplished. By me anyway. And if my nutty ass ramblings manage to bring a smile to even one person, that makes my day. Peace be with you, my friend.
You’re from Vegas. We’re talking about wise-asses, not wiseguys.
Well I guess nobody told my peckerhead of a stepdad that little bit of wisdom you so freely share here. He beat me like a dog and raped my sisters to boot. Yeah , I know, Boo Hoo. You don’t hear me cryin’ about it but if your going to cast judgements from up there on your snow white mountain tops in Alaska I’m going to lay it out for you like it is. You think I’m some kind of internet tough guy I suppose. I’ve heard that bull shit before. I’m just a man, pal. I stand tall and I stand proud. I walk this earth by the grace of God and I treat all who know me like human beings with dignity and respect. I resent your implication that I think I’m a wise guy. I don’t need a gang to conduct my affairs, I can be just as hard as a diamond all by myself. You know, if I didn’t know better I’d think your trying to say something. Why don’t you just go ahead and spit it out there, hotshot. I’m sure I’ve heard it all before and probably fought about before to boot. Make your move.
The thread is about wise-asses. I was being one. You know…a joke? Try to cope.
I sure hope that the smartasses unite side by side, because when they unite back to back one of them invariably begins to spout more shit than the other.
it’s all about p.s.i.
You know that’s the thing about the internet. I might be a troll living in mommy and daddys basement. Hey! You might be one too. Could be something else, though. Never know I suppose. Nothing like conducting business face to face I always like to say. You can shake hands, size each other up. You know, all that fun stuff. Man do I ever love a meet and greet. You like my jokes? Somebodys got to do the laughing. 
I forgot to “make (my) move” . . . ::hits space bar::
What? No love for weisenheimers?
You’re starting to sound like a little punk to me. Why don’t you make me some eggs and bacon bitch? We’ll trade you around the yard for smokes after your done. Some of those guys can be a might hard on the little ones. I’m sure you’ll make out allright though.
As in John Jacob Wisenheimer Smith?
I hate Illinois Nazis.
A former boss of mine was John “Jake” (lastname). I occasionally called him John Jacob Jingleheimer (lastname). I don’t think he was old enough to get it.
An interesting feature of this board is that one can place another person on an “ignore” list. After five years, I believe I’ve finally found someone worthy: an honest to god cyberspace psychopath. Buh-bye, dickbreath.