RE: I think the “14 months pregnant” story post is a good example of a similar theme to the threesomes line. At least that’s how I took it. Don’t know Scylla’s actual views on the matter, but I assumed it was similar to that.
Since when do people get miffed by Ménage à trois misinformation, it’s just probably hyperbole, no?
I think that the big mistake here is that you didn’t bring enough gun. Next time what you want to do is use a shotgun. Sure, it will get the mirror, the window and a lot of the paint as well. But you will for sure get that bird. If you want to kill a mythical creature you have to be willing to make some sacrifices. Be glad you didn’t get a Questing Beast. Those are a motherfucker.
Keep your stupid shit up at a high enough level and I’ll start reminding folks of your continued stupidity too. Though I do doubt you could reach that level.
billfish678, I notice that you took the time and trouble to edit your post specifically to include a suggestion of possible oral sex between Diogenes and myself. I can see now how adding that coda really improves the impact of your post.
I hope everyone takes advantage of the opportunity to improve their writing through exposure to your wit and wordsmithery, as well as general guidance on how to make sure that all of your posts pertain to one specific poster even in that person’s absence.
Is this the caliber of stalking I can look forward to for the foreseeable future? Boy, I’m really looking like the fool, aren’t I?
You may just find that the poor male was defending his territory against the other male in the mirror and the effort produced the mess. This happens every spring where I live.
Besides, Dave Robicheaux wouldn’t shoot that bird. Rescued a three-legged racoon for a pet, cryin’ out loud. Big time softy.
Now, if he totally had to, he would have removed the sportmen’s plug on that ol’ reliable pump shotgun and gotten down to some serious business. But a cup of decaff and a pellet gun? No way.
In the spirit of the OP, as well as the subsequent piling one:
If I shit here tomorrow
Would you still dismember me?
For I must be scouring out, now,
And there’s still many feces I’ve yet to heave.
But, if I shit here on you, Scyll,
Your Pit thread wouldn’t be the same.
You should cede to the shitbird now,
Cause shitbird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
Spry, wry, its been a sweet shove.
Though unappealing, I am mange.
But please don’t flake out, madly,
Next shot, bro, mirror frame.
Oh, if I shit, jeer, on you, Scyll,
This Pit thread couldn’t be the same.
You should cede to the shitbird now,
Cause shitbird you can not change.
Cause shitbird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
Lord help me, I can’t change.