Well, I’m glad we have that sorted out. Look, jarbabyj, it’s not that you are not exotic, erotic and generally stimulating, it’s that for some reason, I don’t find much to be exotic, erotic and stimulating. It may just be my age. Except for the ones that could be my mother, most of the girls on porn-dot-com are young enough to be my daughters. Maybe that is the point of my particular irrational rage. Maybe not. Maybe I really have been gelded. Another possible reason for unfocused rage.
While we are on the subject however, back when I started regular posting, and before I figured out how to use spell check, I got into a pointless dispute with Manhattan about tourists getting in his way. Manhattan abused me about my spelling (true, but entirely irrelevant) and you chose to chime in with some entirely gratuitous abuse of your own. I think you called me a testicular wrench or something of the sort. My feelings were bruised. It was bad enough that Manhattan, a moderator (although poaching outside his jurisdiction), was beating up on me, but having some woman from Chicago that I didn’t know from Adam’s off ox pile on was almost too much to bear.
Please note that I bear you, and your purportedly very large husband, no ill will. Wildest Bill, who may indeed be a testicular wrench, is another story.
I think all right-thinking people in this country are sick and tired of being told that ordinary, decent people are fed up in this country with being sick and tired! I’m certainly not! And I’m sick and tired of being told that I am!
** Spavined Gelding** I am sooooo sorry for you, man. I’m not sure why. Your seemingly misplaced rage is your own affair, but maybe, just maybe, you should stop being such a weiner and enjoy life.
Just a thought.
jarbabyj I’ve seen you here a lot, as everyone else has, but I finally decided to look at your homepage (this being my thread, why the hell not!)
You are really weird. You really like to go off on all sorts of shit that seriously thwrown into doubt how old you are.
Hey, Heap! What do you mean- wiener? You started the thread, friend. You wanted irrational bitching; that’s what you got. In the mean time, if I chose to fun around with Ms jarbabyj that would appear to be my business, not yours. If we weren’t already in the Pit I’d invite you to take it to the Pit. As it is I not quite sure what the next step is. Maybe I’m supposed to ask you to select a second and meet me in the woods at dawn. Because of daylight savings time I’m not sure when dawn is and the damn chickens are too confused to be of any help.