He’s a married cop. That means he puts out, too.
Wait, Slip, do you read Playboy? If you do, you must be ugly and therefore not worthy of my time.
:rolleyes:
In that case, send me one of your colleagues. I will from here on in only date men that I don’t have to run police checks on.
I’m not married. My wife is married.
I read Playboy, but only the articles. I never look at the pictures because Cranky Cathy (the missus) says not to.
Have I got a guy for you, Ginger. His name is Irwin and he’s a dumbass rookie momma’s boy. He needs a strong, intelligent woman to adjust his goofball attitude.
He’s not hopeless, but he does need a lot of work.
And he loves redheads. But then, who doesn’t?
Yeah, yeah. We know the story.
Always a gun moll, never a bride.
If there was any justice in this world, I’d get to bust Bossk for attempted literacy, and put him in the same cell with Big Gina the drag queen.
Don’t mess with Ginger, asshole.
Attempted literacy is a crime? Don’t worry, Slip, Bradbury saw the likes of you coming:
http://www.geocities.com/una_sorella/books/book-review031.htm
We all know that all you really care about is laying a beating on somebody.
Hence, if I’m being accused of said crime, here is my defense:
*Smith, Robert C.; “Do Dreams of the Pseudo-Powerful Reflect a Biological State?” * Journal of Nervous and Mental Disease, 175:201, 1987. **
You might want to read that. It could be pertinent to you. Don’t worry. I’ll wait a few days for you to catch up. You DO have investigative research skills, after all, don’t you? Well then, let’s see how it works in the academic world. By the way, if you have a problem with the bigger words in this article, drop me a line. We of the suspected “literacy” boys gang are always there in a pinch.
Heaven forfend! Me? In the academic world? Little old me?
I’m just a dumb flatfoot who gets his jollies laying beatings on people.
To Serve and Protect? Propaganda for the masses, that’s all. You and I know better, right? And I know an asshole when I see one. It’s the training, you see.
And no, I’m not suffering from word envy. I’ve seen bigger words than yours. Hell, I’ve even used a few.
Have a nice day, sir. And drive carefully.
Yes, heaven forfend, indeed.
By the way, my downstairs neighbors are causing a ruckus. Break that up, will you?
I’ll be right over.
You want I should pick up a pizza? It’s on the way.
You got beer I hope. Pizza is useless without beer.
Go fuck yourself. You know sweet nothing about my life.
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According to syndicated cop shows on TV, they all start out this way. Then their weathered and cynical cop partner dies. Be warned 
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I’m in the clear,Venoma.
He’s not my partner. He only rode with me once, when my pard was off sick.
I made him drive the whole shift. Hey, he’s a rookie.
Say you do look pretty good! But who is that girl holding you?
Ba-doom-cha! Thanks folks, I’ll be here all week. Remember to tip your waitress.
Obviously not boss “special” K, but then some people think with cornflakes instead of brains. Can’t really do much about that, affer all.
::splort::
Somebody give that man a cigar!
Bossk,
Gee, let’s see your face, let’s see what gives you any superiority over anyone on this board you freak.
Look, you put down Gingy, you have insulted a lot of people that love her and think she’s a beautiful woman. I have bi-tendencies and find her very attractive. She also exudes so much caring and fun…for which you will never know because you are a sincere fuckwad.
So you fuckwad, you started this shit. You group a bunch of people in a light that is unfavorable. I hope your toenails rot off your feet and your hair falls out in clumps like a cancer victim. I hope that your penis falls apart in scale-like ways. That your nose grows to look like you snorted up a ballon.
Oh and thats still not enough but the next time you are rude to someone you don’t even know on the SDMB, you might consider who you are talking to.
Take me on buttlick.
Wow, you got here late.
I only get inspired when I see a picture of you, sorry.
E-mail me with your prom pic and we’ll take it from there.
It looks like Bossk really likes to stay in character.
I had a huge response to this thread (so I have a semi-life and didn’t see it until now, sue me, bite me, kiss my ass or suck my dick…I don’t care) but after reviewing your profile which is severely lacking in personal info, I find it humorous that you should attack countless strangers when you deem it pertinent to share so little with people you don’t (care about/give a shit about before launching into a diatribe about/ or venting in the extreme to the extent that you are actively trying to piss off), and most probably won’t know in person. If romance novels twist your boxers into this much of wad…read a few of them and buy a fucking eye patch. You might learn something from the written meduim and get over your pubescent cocky bullshit. Pirate stuff can be fun…as many other “light frolicy kind of fantsies”. Go ahead and stomp on them…but you will be reminded of this when you bring up your own fantasies in the future. Tread lightly, young Jedi.
Bleh, I’ve seen YOUR picture.
Now admit you liked my dirty limericks thread!
I see a pattern here…
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Here’s a specimen. This specimen is SO shallow that he can be laid out in a petri dish for examination and there would be room left over for a side of silver dollar pancakes. This specimen would rather take cheap degrading shots at Dopers he doesn’t know than actually have the balls to stand up and admit that he is incapable of forming adult intimate relationships of ANY complexity beyond
Theoretically said by the last person he had sex with
It’s like gunfire. A skilled marksman will deliver a mortal wound with a single shot- say, in G.D. Then you have your pikers, your lame-assed half-wits like this person. He’ll fire off some buckshot and hope he draws blood, but since his spray is so wide and his aim is so poor, all he does is leave a stain on the side of the barn.
Beneath contempt? Insulting? Feh. I look like Jabba the Hutt and have found a home here. Stop talking about what people LOOK like and start paying attention to what they THINK like, cocksocket.
This is the Straight Dope, not the Miss America Pageant.
( The preceeding remark was in no way meant to impugn, insult, degrade or malign those fine people who participate in beauty pageants once they are over the age of 18 and can chose freely for themselves to do so. 
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Cartooniverse
p.s.Ginger? You make me weak in the knees.
p.p.s.Slip? Does this explain why I have to do all the freaking driving on my shifts?