Whew.
Well, I feel better now, anyway.
[Casey Kasem]…and the countdown begins…[/CK]
727 posts.
You should know better than this.
Thread does not deliver.
Geez, everyone’s a goddamn motherfucking critic son of a bitch.
You bet your motherfucking ass.
Look, I already said I apologized. When you said “Well smack my ass, and call me Sally!” how was I to know it was simply a rhetorical statement.
Oh, you said you apologized, but did you really? Why should I take your word for it, you goddamn motherfucking unrepentant son of a bitch?
You’ve met my girlfriend’s dad, I see.
The angry crimson imprint of my large, meaty hand on your rear end will vanish in a week or so, but the scalding burn of your harsh and angry words can never be scrubbed from my heart.
Well, he knows that you, like all men, are little more than a goddamn motherfucking horny son of a bitch hellbent on stripping his darling daughter of her virtue. And for that, I salute you.
Stop using the thesaurus, you goddamn motherfucking redundant son of a bitch.
((((I forgive you)))), because I know it’s just the oxy talking.
No, I’m pretty sure it’s the moron talking, not the oxy…
Sam
Damn bastard must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
::kicks Loopydude in the nuts::
That’s what you get, motherfucker! THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!! :mad: :mad: :mad:
::helps Loopydude up::
Ah…sweet catharsis.
Thank you, friend. That was precisely what I needed. You know, once Lynn gets here, things may get…bad for you. I hope that in the dark times to come, you can take solace in the knowledge that you have helped at least one man this day.
::kicks Loopydude in the nuts again::
Hey, glad to be of assistance, you goddamn motherfucking sociopathic son of a bitch. :dubious:
Well look who’s fucking Sigmund Freud, you goddamn motherfucking perceptive son of a bitch.
You all are being quite naughty.
Quite pointlessly naughty.
You do realize you’re going to get spanked when Lynn gets here?
I see. Well, if catharsis is that important to you, allow me to assist with this bar of soap, attached to this clue-stick. Now, open wide…
No, your mouth.
[sigh] What’s a mother to do?
Hi! I didn’t know where to post this, so I thought ‘this looks like a good thread, not much going on in here, and I can use swears and stuff so…’
When I was ten years old, I rode in a 1977 Chrysler Cordoba across country with my grandparents, from West Coast to East Coast, on Highway 40. It was mostly boring, but when we got to Virginia, we stayed the night in some crummy motel in South-Central Virginia, and in the lobby was one of those racks with brochures in it. You know the kind, where you can find brochures for all the different tourist ‘attractions’ within a 200 mile radius? Well, I found a brochure for a place called ‘Dinosaurland’, and of course to me it looked like the greatest place on planet Earth. So I asked my grandmother if we could go to Dinosaurland, and she said ‘sure’, but then my grandfather said “No fucking way! We’re on a tight schedule and we have to get to D. C. tomorrow!”
My grandmother said “Oh, we can take some time out for this one thing…”
My grandfather screamed ‘WE ARE NOT! GOING! TO FUCKING DINOSAURLAND!!!’
…we went to Dinosaurland. I even got a t-shirt. 