Thanks, I was being overly dramatic for the thread though I am a bit of an oddball. I do appreciate your words though.
**SubliminaLiar: ** You don’t post enough! How can I take something you said and quote you out of context, making you look like a complete idiot, if you don’t post?! Give me something to work with here!!
Whaa?! Why are you attacking me? And, how did you know what I look like? Who ARE you, anyway…?
It’s always “you you you” with you, isn’t it?
No, you are attacking me! I wasn’t even talking to you Genius… so keep your self-centered rants to yourself, okay?* (insert Asshat-type insult here) *
LIAR! 
Don’t you mean you’re self-centered? Is English your first language?
Anyway, let’s just agree to disagree, fair enough?
NEVARR!
k, I’m done now
Well, Eli, you’ve been sitting at the computer pretty much all day, and how far have you gotten on your paper? Here’s an idea… stop fucking around on the Internet and work on your goddamned paper.
Shoes, quit eating chocolate!!! What is your problem??? You eat chocolate, and then you get a stomach ache.
Oh yeah waking up in the night and suffering that lovely porcelain bus experience is just so worth it eh? NOT!
But Noooo, it’s so yummy, 3 weeks after spending a miserable weekend recovering, here you are again. Eating chocolate, and of course, you’re stomach is already hurting. What are you 4??? It’s NOT good for you, your body can’t handle it anymore. Get over it.
Pssst BippyI managed to do what I pitted myself for also, I think you’re on to something.
I was gonna pit you ** spogga ** but you aint worth it you useless article.
Fer chrissake did you ever think about getting INTO the bath once you had run it?
Oh! and that bar of white stuff still in the wrapper is called soap.
Sad but true:
Spider, Spider, Spider… sigh
You just had to work after high school, you just had to take a break from academics and go into retail. For eight freakin’ years! You regret it now though; oh yeah, ya do!
You had to date HIM. And then cheat with HIM! And get caught by HIM with HIM and break HIS heart. Then ya got yourself screwed over by HIM for a year and you begged for HIM to take you back. Because you loved HIM. Well, he just needed a place to park his dick, that’s all, and you bought it: hook, line and sinker. And then when he came to visit and play with your emotions, you let HIM and you let HIM park again. FOOL!!
Then you came back and the first nice word said, hooked you up with mistake #3. Yeah HIM… that evil, insulting piece of work that you now know was daddy-in-disguise. You fool. You got involved with Mr. Alcohol, Mr. Degrading-n-Cruel and you stayed. You stayed with HIM even after the knife was thrown at you, even after the vicious, all night fights that left you numb for days afterward and you came back to HIM when you did get the nerve to leave. FOOL!
But you know better now, right? You know guy’s don’t have to be cruel to “love” you, they don’t have to hurt you and then say it’s all your fault. You know now that that kind of love ISN’T love. Or do you… ?
(HIM, HIM, and HIM are three different guys but you Dopers knew that already).
koeeoaddi, turn off that fiddle and banjo crap, let out your poor dog, who has no choice but to listen to that fiddle and banjo crap, hook yourself up with a set of headphones and for chrissakes, buy yourself a consonant.
Okay, Carla, for four days now you’ve stayed up until well past 2 a.m. reading SDMB. You always do that. You come here and get hooked for a week or two and then disappear for months at a time. You’ve been registered for almost a year now and you don’t even have ten posts to your credit. Are you intimidated by the level of intelligence of the other dopers? You moan and complain all the time about all the idiots that surround you, yet you finally have a chance to interact with some very astute people and what do you do? You sit back and read and are afraid to post, for fear of not being the smartest one in the group. Well, you can’t always be the Queen Bee. Stop spending so much time writing out lengthy posts in word pad and then deleting them because you’re too afraid to put it out there for others to read.
And I thought I told you to come up with a more clever name for yourself. Maybe you aren’t so smart after all if CarlaH1210 is the best you can do.
Now get your ass up out of that chair and go do something productive. Color your hair or something. You’ll be 40 years old in less than 48 hours, so try to spruce yourself up a bit.
zoogirl, get off the damn computer! You.ve got critters to feed and if you don’t get to bed SOMETIME tonight, you’ll be usless at work!
Don’t whine because you have to go look for a new bike, either. I don’t care if you think you locked the last one, you should have double checked!
And you DO NOT need any more rodents, dammit! Cory can find other people to take the hamsters!
Carla, we welcome your lengthy posts. In fact I know a good place for you to post (happy b-day).
And cityboy, you’ve been doing good but you really should get more sleep. Stop staying up late increasing your post count! Sure, you’ve put the :o smiley through plenty of use and lived anyway. You lived, but you did not sleep.
OK Bippy you got the dark colors washing done, but what about the light colors and sheets? They’ve been sitting in the laundry basket for who knows how long. And you useless fucker, you forgot to phone your niece on her birthday. The dishwasher aint going to empty itself you know…
Enough!
Listen, Chastain, I’ve fuckin’ had it with your “Average Joe”-watching ass. The show ends badly (i.e., dirty slut picks the pretty boy and NOT one of the Average Joes) and it totally ruins your whole evening. Get a goddamn spine and go do something for a change. You could have spent the two hours writing a few more script pages, but nooooooooooooo.
Addicted fuck.
Oh, and if you’re just going to get bent out of shape when you play Madden NFL 2003, I’m going to confiscate it until you learn not to take it so seriously. I’m not joking, mister. March.
O.k Hanza, you stupid fuckhat. Stop reading the SDMB until unogly hours of the morning, leaving you exhausted at work, and running up big bills you can’t afford!
Also, would it KILL you to speak a bit of Hungarian now and then, rather than just running away scared and getting your poor, already overworked boyfriend to do it. Yeah, so some people don’t understand you, or seem to be deliberatley unhelpful- but for fuck’s sake- they’re the minority, most people want to HELP. Just stop being such a whiny little coward, and grow a pair will you.
Also, what’s with all this hypochondria? I mean, think rationally for once shit for brains. just how likely is it that 1 person could simultaneously have a brain tumour AND skin cancer?Is that likely??? Is there even a million to one chance???
Well done on giving up smoking though- credit where it’s due- you dun’ good kiddo. Now just stop replacing fags with chocolate to make your big lard arse balloon up even more, and we might be getting somewhere!
Thumby, you lazy fuck, get off your ass and start your fucking globalization paper.
Now.
Fucking now, dammit.
FUCK!!!
I expect this will feel quite good:
moi, you have a problem. Look at me. You know what we’re going to talk about. Yes, you are chronically late.
I know you’ve been making excuses and acting like it’s just your spontaneity and zaniness, but, really, it’s just incredibly rude, and someone was bound to tell you sooner or later. Better me than your husband as he’s pulling out his hair.
Being late makes people feel insignificant, puts people out, is selfish, and makes you look doofy. Heck, it inadvertantly led to your apartment catching fire this weekend. And I know that’s making you feel supershitty.
Pull it together. Be on time. Heck, try being known for being early! Whatever you do, make it important for a goddamn change.
ahem Start now. Sign off and get your things ready for class. I’m talking now, young lady…
Achilles Last Stand you hideous fucking peckerhead, get off your lazy ass and finish your bandroom you wanted to start 3 years ago when you bought the house. And STOP being such a fucking bastard to all the ignorant asswipes who walk around this planet with blinders on and buttplus inserted. They can’t help it that they’re dumb like a sack of shit! Would you drive by a funny farm and thumb your nose at the patients you morrally corrupt bastard?? Well, WOULD YOU??? HAVE YOU NO SHAME!!! NO COMPUNCTION AT ALL??? Stop using the word fuck to join sentences or shock your listeners into not noticing you attempt to draw a deep breath so you can rant like Kenny G. and his everlasting note!
AND STOP CALLING YOUR CAT A FUCKING IDIOT, IDGIT AND FUCKNUGGETS!! YOU KNOW YOU LOVE YOUR CAT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKING JERK!!!
My God, Polecat, clean up your damn apartment!!! Just * look * at this place!!! You literally can’t see the floor because of all the newspapers, magazines, books, empty beer and soda cans and other crap lying around. And dust off those damn blinds once in a while, why can’t you? They’ve still got cat hair on them, and the damn cat died last June!!! And what’s with all those antique Macintoshes piled in the corner? You haven’t powered up some of those machines in as much as eight years, so why don’t you just quit pretending that someday you’ll get around to actually using them for something? I mean, come freakin’ on! A 33 Mhz processor is freakin’ useless these days! Don’t tell me you can’t bring yourself to throw away a perfectly good working computer, because that’s a piss poor excuse! And the bathroom—God Almighty, I’m not even going to talk about the bathroom. I don’t care that you’re working two jobs, it wouldn’t hurt you to spend a Friday evening or two doing a little cleaning instead of camping out on the couch in your underwear with a six pack watching those * Law and Order * reruns that you’ve taped. If the neighbors ever see inside this place, you’ll get a summons from the Health Department for running a dump without a license.
And while I’m on your case, quite whining and blubbering about having to wear a security guard’s uniform. It’s honest, respectable work, the uniform doesn’t look nearly as silly as a fast food uniform, it pays better than any other kind of part-time work you can get, and you ought to be grateful the boss is so flexible about the hours. There’s at least a couple of billion people on this planet who’d love to have an opportunity to make the money you’re making, even if you do have to work 60 hours a week to get it. There’s plenty of other folks who have hard lives, and they’re not the least little bit impressed by your sad story, so freakin’ grow up already!!!
Argh…still…not…doing it…
Shit!!!