Lets see, in the beginning, we have an overwelming upswell of suport for a tribute to our dear friend Wally. Techie graciously donates her own time as a PROFESSIONAL WEB DESIGNER to make a banner. She does this gratis. Woolfie comes in and states that he is having trouble with the MB, and thinks the banner may be at fault. He does this in the wrong forum, but hey, he’s new. What we don’t see is Wolfie making any reply to the suggestions offered, but he has apologised and that’s fine. What I take umbrage to is all those who feel the need to pick at the slightest thing, particularly when the scab is barely forming over the wound. So to all those negative posters, trolls and sock people out there I say:
Get a real fucking life, preferably far, far away from here. You sit hunched in the basement, both brain cells furiously rubbing together as you try to impress us all with your wit and chutzpa.“My name shall be legion” you state, and parade before us not a herd of pigs, but of inane sock puppets. Despertly you search the kiddie porn archives bookmarked on your computer, searching for an ID that will convince us of your masculinity, might and enormous genetalia. Of this last, you may be suprised to learn, I am utterly convinced, not because of your nome de net, but because of the content of your posts. I am sure that your penis is large enough for you to pleasure yourself in unconventional ways. The pity is that it is clear that rather than oraly gratifing yourself like any sane auto-eroticiser, you obviously went the extra mile. I can see you busily chiseling a hole in your forehead in order to engage in self-squicking, and as a result your brain is now all gummed up and the neurons don’t fire right anymore. The fact that the sour smell impregnateing your bedsheets now eminates from your forehead should have been your first clue. Get yourself a bottlebrush and clean all the rotten jizz out of your brain. Don’t forget your hypothalamus! Next, hose off the sheets until you can bend them enough to fit in the washer, throw out all the pizza boxes and empty Dorito bags, take yourself a shower( use soap for a change), and move out of your mom’s basement, she needs the space to store all the crack her “boyfriends” give her. Find a nice apartment, walk outside, marvel at that bright light in the sky(it’s called the SUN), and walk to the nearest bus stop. When you see the next bus aproaching, stand, streach, smile at the people around you, and throw your sorry ass under the wheels. It will save the rest of us the trouble of hunting you down.
:wally:
