Predictably Boring Flame Thread
Posting this in the vain hope that some of you drooling troglodytes have two sparking neurons to rub together.
It's not so easy to get a good flame thread launched on this here Moronblog anymore. Some of you idiots have forged alliances and...and... (cough) friendships. Meaningful ones, based on mutual admiration.
"I like pudding!"
-"I like pudding too!"
(heavy breathing and gooey smacking noises)
It's revolting. I don't know why I keep coming to this place.
Retards.
Well, pudding is good. Except tapioca. That shit is fucking vile.
So... what r u wearing?
Tapioca vile? What areyou, some kind of grapenut swilling swampy poof?
You commenters are like the Detroit Lions of the blogoshpere -- losers.
I enjoy tapioca, but I loath coconut. Figure the odds.
Your mama dates Toshi.
I got nothin'... JERKS!!!
That's right, you were just burned by the ol' switcheroo!
What areyou, some kind of grapenut swilling swampy poof?
No, I just don't like a bunch of lumpy shit that tastes like warmed-over ass in my pudding, dickbreath.
Typical whiny plain vanilla Sean M.
Oh you mouthbreathing morons are worse than my accountant. He called me up crying yesterday about the changes in the tax code that disadvantage me YET AGAIN and I said "bitch, I'm paying you to fix that shit. You're the accountant, I'm the fucking customer. Suck it up and work it out. I need to drop off a bag of clothes at Goodwill, fuckin say so. Meantime I'm puttin water in the planter, firin up the rich man's spa, and thinkin about going to work a whole HALF HOUR late tomorrow, just so I can laugh and the poor schmucks who showed up on time, their little faces all scrubbed and ready to bleed.
IN THE MEANTIME you ace-holes (like that? I just came up with it and I've NEVER seen it here so it's mine, deal) can just KISS MY ROSY RED TEXAS ASS, WAY UP WHERE IT'S BROWN.
I hate you all. I pure hate you.
Word.
I know y'all are lying about eating pudding.
You haven't the room left in your collective stomachs after tossing salads all weekend in the back alley buffet at the NAMBLA convention your dad hosted.
Dave in Texas is a cinammon ring.
Pudding?
There is only one reason you wimps like pudding, and Col. Nathan Jessep said it best:
"You can't handle the mousse."
Still on the drugs, Dave?
Some of you idiots have forged alliances and...and... (cough) friendships. Meaningful ones, based on mutual admiration.
This is coming from a lady whose best friends are plants.
All you deep-humping morons need to stick an awl up your uptight little arseholes.
Yes, I mean the same awl. One after another.
Yo' Dave! You can probably deduct 50 cents for each of those blood soaked bandages you throw into the Goodwill bag, douchebag. Forget about deducting that backyard spa as a medical deduction too. I'll get mine by dropping a dime on you to your friends at the IRS. Remember them? BOHICA, bitch.
A multiple-choice question:
AoS commenters are best known for...
A. Their running jokes
B. Occasional necrophilia
C. Their shoplifting skills
D. Losing debates to spambots
Pudding?
I'm ambiguous about pudding.
Turnips?
Jus' TRY puttin' turnips on my plate, an' SEE what happens t'yo' sorry ass.
Ah, the return of Tushar. All is right wrong with the world now. I bet you don't like tapioca either.
Ha, you morons are all "enslaved" and "controlled" by Zionist jews!
Sandy: Where's E: All of the above.?
Dear Dave and Dave's Former Accountant,
I've got a few words for you - AUDIT and enjoy the Tapioca pudding in the slammer with Bubba.
The IRS
This is coming from a lady whose best friends are plants.
Don't look at us. We can't stand the hunchback.
She picks at us obsessively, needily, fussing and adjusting and talking to herself as she gardens, while we wilt with shame and rage.
We're trying to evolve legs, so we can run away.
Can't we all just get along?
Did someone say Texas and Flame?
No Rodney, we can't. Now get me some pudding.
franksalterego wrote:
Jus' TRY puttin' turnips on my plate, an' SEE what happens t'yo' sorry ass.
I learn the sickest things here at AoS HQ, such as the terms pink sock, dirty sanchez, and now putting turnips on somebody's plate.
Disgusting.
Bart, return of the Mullet Heads?
Sandy,
Here's a new one - Happy Sock
You're a total loser if you like anything other than chocolate pudding. And it better have Nilla wafers too.
Sorry I can't help myself.
Go Chargers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just a typical day in Texas, crankster. Sadly.
Nilla wafers and chocolate pudding?
What are you, 5, pj momma?
Do you like strawberry jell-o with peaches inside, too?
Yeah, tapioca sucks.
Lick my infected butt.
You're a total loser if -
Stop right there, pajama momma. "You're a total loser" is all you needed to say. This is AoS HQ, after all.
Nilla wafers are for toddlers, queers, and tattooed ladies.
Um, how can you have any pudding, if you haven't eaten your meat?
I thought this question was resolved, like in 1983.
God you people suck.
First he misspells 'blogosphere', then he starts on TEXAS.
When will that androgynous little dwarf flat earther reactionary assachusettsian FART ever learn that it's better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool that to open it and prove it?
Leave aside this thread's disasters - look at his imitation 'wing' stuff, - well, it's like watching a chimpanzee play with a ming vase.
As for LauraW, her best friends aren't plants (which anyway all died during the last frost) - they're throw pillows, with dangling tassels that she tickles her 'hump with.
And Dave in T - well he pimps links to his own posts at Innocent Bisexuals. 'Nuff said....although I'm sure there's more.
PS What the hell am I doing here?
Hey, how about them Giants? Haaaahahahahhahahah!
My immitation wing stuff?
I don't get it.
Other than that, good job.
My threads and posts are edifying.
You can't handle that, can you?
PS What the hell am I doing here?
On this "Predictably Boring Flame Thread", you're here to provide the "Predictably Boring".
Dave in Texas:
I love you, brother. You know I do.
So, I'm sure you will take this bit of advice the right way.
You should not be participating in a flame war when you recently got high on Vidodin and posted a picture of yourself groping your own cock.
I'm just trying to be helpful.
Y'all are just tickling each other’s asses
yeah, look, whatever it is you are complaining about is Bush's fault.
Au contraire mon frer,
Groping my cock is a crowd pleaser.
Now, when you grope Brewfan's cock, that's just gross.
We lift you up in prayer. But we know your dark secrets.
You are so good. Oh yeah. You are so good.
Groping my cock is a crowd pleaser.
Sure it it in Texas.....but only in Texas.
And damn Texans don't even know shit about entertainment. Look at how they treated that fine showman true comedic genius Pauley Shore!
I don't care for the attitude of your post. I want to change my vote on whether to kick the guest commenters off and let Jeff do all the posting. I say kick 'em off.
Oops. Ignore my last comment, I was thinking that this was Protein Wisdom; you are so similar.
A flamewar about pudding and tapioca preferences? Dear lord, what has happened to this place? Did all of you morons accidently click on a spam commnet and become members of the Church of the Latter Day Vajayjays?
pudding. Like in Durham, you would say, I was pudding my dick up Crystal's ass and she started to bitch about some white Duke boys with little dicks.
What ever happened to Amazo instant pudding. It used to be advertised on the Beanie and Cecil show.
Hey, pajama mamma, I came across your picture on the net.
How do you think I nurse all them kids?
And damn Texans don't even know shit about entertainment. Look at how they treated that fine showman true comedic genius Pauley Shore!
I hope the treatment was harsh.
I remember seeing that dork at the beach in san diego and he kept walking around and walking around waiting for someone to recognize him. I almost felt bad for him.
Listening to Michael and Dave in Texas talk about groping cock is in the same league as overhearing patients at a urologist's office compare ailments.
"Mine don't work...does yours?"
How do you think I nurse all them kids?
The nursing I think you can handle. It's the harder stuff like tying their shoes and teaching them to count that I worry about.
Listening to Michael and Dave in Texas talk about groping cock
It bet listening to them talking about it is way better than watching them do it.
Right, Bart?
It's the harder stuff like tying their shoes
velcro and Vans slip-ons baby, who needs tying? As far as counting goes, well, they're screwed.
My immitation wing stuff
As in spurwing/bartwing. As in I wanted to use the 'chimpanzee-ming vase' line and had to come up with something that sort-of fit.
And now Mr Beantown is criticizing other peoples' food groups!
you're here to provide the "Predictably Boring".
And you're here to read it.
Perhaps you'll learn something and finally win the next time you argue with a spam bot or with Larry the U.
My threads and posts are edifying
bwaahhh haahhhh haahhhh haaaahhhhhh
It's the harder stuff like tying their shoes and teaching them to count that I worry about.
I'm thinking that should be pretty easy. Just teaching them to count there toes should get them to 12 pretty quickly
or their toes. whatever works.
"Oops. Ignore my last comment, I was thinking that this was Protein Wisdom; you are so similar."
It's dumb enough posting something on the wrong thread but on the wrong blog?
That's pretty damn dumb.
That's 12 toes on each foot, right?
My family is originally from the Ozarks.
Listening to Michael and Dave in Texas talk about groping cock is in the same league as overhearing patients at a urologist's office compare ailments.
"Mine don't work...does yours?"
I'm trying to imagine the context, overhearing anything spoken at a urologist's office.
the reason sandy burger is so concerned about them learning to count is that, with his flipper feat and lobster-claw hands, he never really got past the number 6, until he started watching The Wiggles.
Last week.
By the way, Condi hates sandy burger
Ohhhhh, okay.
Yeah, I'm not imitating spurwing. I'm communicating with spurwing.
In this short play, I demonstrated communication with the elusive spurwing plover.
Since I'm not a great speller, are we talking about the sweet desert or porn protein? The last line of the post makes me wonder.
(heavy breathing and gooey smacking noises)
the reason sandy burger is so concerned about them learning to count is that, with his flipper feat and lobster-claw hands, he never really got past the number 6, until he started watching The Wiggles.
Ah, so it's bitter jealousy that oozes from his pores. His momma never home skewled him lik I due my kidz.
I'm not sure if it's jealousy or the fact that he thinks that the "big-city smarts" that some people have, like the clerks at McDonald's who can make correct change without looking at the cash register, is evidence that they are, in reality, servants of the Dark Lord.
Smart people scare sandy, like loud fireworks and vacuum cleaners scare Bart.
I don't care for the attitude of your post.
Excessive vaginal sand is one of the leading causes of imperious sniffs of disdain.
Dude, I hear there's a cream for that. Call your physician. Or go to a car wash.
Please stop now.
None of you brought your A game.
You're embarrassing yourselves.
spoken like true flamer.
Yeah, damn shame we embarrassed ourselves in front of Bart.
Who has never said anything about himself that others would find howlingly funny and humiliating if it were them.
Never. Ever.
Say, Bart, how's your buddy Brad doing these days?
Still pleasing the ladies?
Brad and I are not speaking.
I caught him in my underwear drawer.
You're embarrassing yourselves.
He's right of course. But thankfully, there's no shortage of shamelessness here.
Please stop now.
None of you brought your A game.
You're embarrassing yourselves.
Oh yeah? Well, turn blue!
good one, pj.
I really, really need another Newcastle.
You're embarrassing yourselves.
It's because I pity you. Otherwise I wouldn't respond.
See? I'm all about the love.
Huh. Bart is posting lame, witless comments and, right now on South Park, Kyle has a hemorrhoid.
Life sure is full of interesting coincidences, huh?
See? I'm all about the love.
You love Bart? Cocksmoker.
Shut your festering gob, you tit!
All this , and not one single felching reference ? Feckin' lightweights.
I really, really need another Newcastle.
Drink 'til wiserbud's pretty.
I can't believe that you guys have been so cowardly to ignore the basic fact that whatever it is you are talking about, its all Bush's fault.
Just shows that anyone who disagrees with me that its all Bush's fault is mentally challengeged. Yeah, I said it, you are retards.
Enters...
Reads comments...
Backs away slowly.
Uh. I'll be back when the meds kick in, 'mkay?
Fuck Al Gore. Fuck him and the enviro-faddists who are driving our Orangutan brethren to extinction!
Bart, I wrote an ending for your short play:
MCCOY: (slurring his speech) I mean it, where the fuck did you come from?
BART: I said, it doesn't matter.
MCCOY: No, tell me now. Where have you been staying on this ship?
BART: Drop it, dude.
UHURA: Why are you blushing, Wesley?
Okay, um, you really can't mix characters from Star Trek: TOS with Star Trek: TNG.
Yeah, I see the implication -- Bart is Wesley Crusher's butt-buddy.
Ha ha.
Hey, looky, wiserbud can spell "hemorrhoid".
The implications are good for a laugh.
I'm new to flaming. Wouldn't be easier to just lock to Uzi on full auto and kick it down the stairs?
Oops. Conversation killer.
Okay, um, you really can't mix characters from Star Trek: TOS with Star Trek: TNG.
You have never known the touch of a woman, have you, Bart?
is this an insult type thing? i'm not so good at insult humor, or blue humor in general. but if that's the deal, i've got one dirty joke (cover your ears if you are offended by four-letter words): what do you call it when a basketball player farts during a game?
a fragrant foul!
Pardon me for a moment, tards.
Purple, you seem like the type to replace his own brakes. What's your experience with ceramic pads?
P.S. Sean, chicks dig my William Shatner impression.
P.P.S. But asking if I can paint them green and call me "Kirk" is a deal-breaker.
Fuck the birds - we're fragrant too.
actually, i think we should return to clean humor. comedy doesn't have to be "dirty" or offensive or shock to be funny. there's much funny in the bible, for instance! take lot's wife...
quite a lady, i hear...
salt of the earth...
a pillar of the community!
you seem like the type to replace his own brakes. What's your experience with ceramic pads?
Yes, just recently in fact. $300 myself versus $800 for some shop. (pads, 4 new rotors, and one new caliper in the back)
I used semi-metallics. My gut says there might be some chatter problem with something as hard as ceramic...but that's just a wild guess.
Snakes must hate jews to have tempted Adam.
Former U.S. Detainee in Iraq Recalls Torment
One night in mid-April, the steel door clanked shut on detainee No. 200343 at Camp Cropper, the United States military’s maximum-security detention site in Baghdad. American guards arrived at the man’s cell periodically over the next several days, shackled his hands and feet, blindfolded him and took him to a padded room for interrogation, the detainee said. After an hour or two, he was returned to his cell, fatigued but unable to sleep.
Sounds like my frat initiation Jason. Gonna have to do better than that to gen up any sympathy.
I guess the main advantage to ceramics is less dust. But I don't know if the stopping power is reduced.
Brakes are easy to do. Most people can save a lot of $$ by doing it themselves. My problem is that they are too many damn choices -- Semi-Metallic, Ceramic, Carbon-Metallic, etc. I have what is called analysis paralysis.
OT - the hottest woman in Congress is now engaged. All of you political geeks can now kill yourselves from lack of hope.
moflicky's still on top at the combined AoS TailgatePools.com football pool.
Results as of now are here.
My problem is that they are too many damn choices
Just get a good semi-metallic. They're cheap and should last close to 100K if you don't drive like a maniac. The factory set on my Passat lasted ~100K.
Curiously the rears were worn more than the front.
I've read that's a quirk on the Passat. I don't think the rear caliper fingers that hold the pad are long enough on the Passat to really keep the thing squared up, so they wear wedge shaped.
i dunno cat - those bags under her eyes look like she's slammed a lot of 12 packs in her day...
That one's been rode hard and put away wet a lot.
Yeah, damn shame we embarrassed ourselves in front of Bart.
Who has never said anything about himself that others would find howlingly funny and humiliating if it were them.
Never. Ever.
Wait a minute. That's not true. Shame on you, Laura.
I have a distinct recollection that Bart said (at Innocent Bystanders) that he shaves himself. Bald as a cue ball. Like a frickin' faggot or something. He also bragged about his tan, which he certainly acquired after endless hours under the UV lamps at a salon. How gay is that?
Really gay, I'm thinking. So don't blame Bart for not sharing the personal details.
I mean, maybe he did not really expect that his disclsures at IB would get him outed as a faggot at AOSHQ. Still, you have to give him some credit for coming out of the closet.
Still, you have to give him some credit for coming out of the closet.
Yep - and what were all those hints about "what pad should I use?" Wasn't the answer obvious?
Maxi.
All y'all talking about people coming out of closets better realize - the only way you know they're coming out of the closet is because you're in there with them!. NTTAWWT.
Well, actually there is, because that makes you fags. The fact that some of you were debating between different series of Star Trek just proves it.
The only use a closet has is as an out-of-the way priate space to boff some drunken cookie at a crowded party. And even then, I don't close the door. If you do, that means you are teh ghey.
So go back in your closet with Travolta and Cruise, and have y'all a nice little pencil fight.
Tards. All of you, fucking tards. And ghey to boot. Why do I waste my time?
Yep - and what were all those hints about "what pad should I use?" Wasn't the answer obvious?
I'll take it in a different direction: kneepads.
Stephanie doesn't swallow.
I don't shave, numbnuts.
I epilate. That means pluck.
I just have to say that I love you all.
I cannot think of a higher insult.
Fucking douchebag cloaca licking ball sniffers.
Pinto---he hasn't participated much here---you are a fucking batshit crazy fuctard who seems to have taken that extra hit of PCP every time.
Bart, you're just a silly eunuch trying to act bigger than the 2 inches rock hard that Satan gave you on your miserable, shit stained entrance into this world.
PA, the fact that you like purple says it all. Faggot.
Dave, you might consider someday making a more meaningful contribution to society than finding every obscure intenet corpse analingus picture and saying "that's old" once the rest of normal humanity stumbels into the dark recesses of the internet that you seem to live in. Get a life, loser.
Laura, as bitter, shrill and dried up as an old, post-menopausal bitch can be, you can top that in your sleep. Your cold, emasculating nature guarantees erectile disfunction in any male unfortunate enough to have to cross your path, canines included.
PJ momma is too fucking retarded to sheath her man's stick, and hten figures that a bottle o robotussin and a beer are the best babysitter around when she need to have her computer sex with the worthless fucks that loiter about here.
Sean, the less said the better.
Wiser and entropy migtht as well just get a fucking room for all their queer ass teabagging of one another, and neither one has had a functioning synapse in about as long as the average commenter here has had sex with a real, live woman (who wasn't demanding cash up front)---4 years is what I'd peg you losers at, btw.
And where the fuck is ace, huh? Probably watching the crying game on continuous loop with Allah and running the Andi Sullivan edits of Brokeback on a separate monitor. Unbelievable.
Sandy and Rosetta are obvious victims of that zionist "dick retracting" ray that was going around africa a few years back, so their evident lack of anything related to either intelligence or testosterone (same thing, really) is to be expected.
The utter patheticness that is seattle slough---a guy who hangs around with people who hate him (Cartman)---is too deep to fathom. Something about the Emerald City makes a 12 gauge in the mouth seem like an attractive option, huh, slough? Why not just pay people to kick you in the nuts in bars. Oh that's right, those are your Tuesday plans.
THis shit is simply disgraceful. At least Brewwfan and Cedarford could throw an insult, and Lad was just such an obnoxious fag that it was fun to pummel him. YOu queers have been CHUGGING the fucking soy, though, that's fo sho. Bunch of neutered pansy asslicks.
Fucking pudding.
Purple Avenger drives a Passat and you're calling me gay?
(Perple, please tell me that you have a 6-cylinder, not the 4?)
My Navigator, my manly full-sized SUV, went through front pads in 17K miles. I heard (and felt) grinding when I happened to use the brakes. For about two weeks I drove around with the grinding; it never occured that my brakes would be worn at only 17K miles. I drive the car so rarely, I thought it was rust on the rotors. When the grinding got so bad I finally took a look at my wheels.
I couldn't believe my eyes. My pads were worn out completely and the rivets destroyed both front rotors. So, instead of a simple pad replacement, I also have to replace the rotors.
Wiser and entropy might as well just get a fucking room for all their queer ass teabagging of one another
Hee hee hee.
Ha ha, you homos.
True story:
At a rodeo in Texas, in the bathroom, trying to take a pee at the trough with a bunch of cowboys, your old pal Sandy got the stagefright. I couldn't pee. I just stood there waiting for it to start, and it wouldn't. So, I zipped up and walked out of there a broken man. My full bladder felt like an aching uterus.
(heavy breathing and gooey smacking noises)
That reminds me, LauraW.
Stop calling my mom. You're really starting to freak her out.
Perple, please tell me that you have a 6-cylinder, not the 4?
Turbo-4, manual shift.
It gets over 40mpg when you don't hammer it, so everyone can lick my salty balls, nyaa , nyaa, nyaa.
I can also fit full 10' lengths of conduit or lumber in it without having to have any windows/hatches open, and I know for a fact that 25 concrete blocks fit handily in the back seat.
I also know for a fact that they can survive a 25mph impact with a deer and drive away with only modest damage. (no, I didn't stop to sample the deer's pooter)
So hobgoblin calls me out of the blue last weekend. Me! I hardly ever post here anymore, as the responses back to me are the keyboard equivalent of thick drool.
So of course, when I realise who it is (I could tell by the background noise - soft-core Hentai - and the stomach-churning smacking of his wet lips), I ask: " How did you get my phone number you frick'n perv?"
He just giggles of course, and it sounds just like you'd imagine he would, sniffly snorts and all.
I hang up on him of course, but of course, he calls right back: "Wanna play a game!" he demands.
Thinking quick, I suggest 20 questions, since I'm usually pretty good at the obscurata, on the condition that he never call me again if he can't get the right answer.
To my surprise, he agrees. I think for a moment, and come up with "Moose-cock" as the answer.
"Ready for your first question, retard" I sez.
"Is it something I could eat?" he asks me.
I chuckle to myself and answer "Well, technically, yes."
"Is it Moose-cock?"
Fucker calls me every night now. And I'm man enough to admit I'm just a little scared.
I can also fit full 10' lengths of conduit or lumber in it without having to have any windows/hatches open, and I know for a fact that 25 concrete blocks fit handily in the back seat.
And there I was thinking Bart was the king of gay. Seriously, PA? Let's just bring it down a couple levels. You're making Laura jealous.
krakamyass,
Moose-cock is my favorite. It's like teh "Chocolate Babies" part from teh old SNL Sammy Davis Jr. skit. I'll guess it every time.
Not my fault if you were reliving your hot and heavy nights in Calgary. I just like to shoot the big fuckers and poke your mom in the ass with their ginormous penis-bones while she cleans my pad. Give the old bird a reason to get up in the morning, I say. Besides your sweaty balls in her eyes as you climb out of the bed you're still sharing with her, that is.
>>I don't shave, numbnuts.
Posted by: Bart at December 18, 2006 03:23 AM (5O953)
Hey, didn't Ace just get a Dell laptop?
They're dropping like flies. SUCKER!
Pfffffffffffff, Navigators. The only people driving those things around here are pimps and rich white socceer moms -- and they all have cell phones glues to their ears, which makes them very crappy drivers.
The Passat is a nice sensible car with a kick-ass sound system too. It starts to annoy at 125k, however.
You know, hobs, instead of using a moosecock as a proxy for your septagenarian fantasies, you could always try that little blue pill. I understand it works wonders on E.D. sufferers such as yourself.
So far as actually bedding a real woman, well, I don't think there's a pill for that outside of rufis, and I'm guessing that when most women look at the pustulous mass that is your mug, they wisely decline any drinks you might prepare for them.
It starts to annoy at 125k, however.
Mine is around 106K now...coming up on the recommended timing belt replacement which I've been dreading.
Doing the timing belt means taking the whole front clip off the car, doing all the belts, idler, tensioner, water pump, etc.
And its way overdue for wheel bearings, CV repack, and one of the control arm bushings is rattling now.
Just the belt and all the stuff that you gotta go through just to get to it that you might as well replace anyway since you're there, is about $300 in parts.
The factory set on my Passat lasted ~100K.
Passat?
Is the accent on the first syllable?...As in; Asshat
Jes' wonderin'
Hello fellows, I have the most wonderful news to share with you! The other day I was driving in my Passat drinking a soy mocha latte, when I saw a young hippy hitchhiking on the side of the road. He smelled of patchoulli and was wearing a 'Save the Whales' t-shirt.
We stopped at a diner and talked long into the night about how tyrannical Bushhitler is while eating bean sprouts with wheat grass juice, then we went back to my place and had the most fabulous buttsex I've ever had. When it was almost over he came on my face and it was like mana from heaven. I think his name was Ryan.
Anywho, I have to teach an aerobicizing class down at the gym so see you later.
I epilate - bart
Speaks for itself. But now it will show up in the sidebar where it can't be missed.
Whatever you peepoles drank that made you so stoooopid...REALLY WORKED GREAT.
Am I too late for pudding?
>>Am I too late for pudding?
S Weasel, yes you are. But you can always ask Helen Thomas for her own Gorilla Glue.
Hey, don't make me interrupt my lunch to make you look like an unpatriotic schumck while I school you on the Bill of Rights.
PJ momma is too fucking retarded to sheath her man's stick, and hten figures that a bottle o robotussin and a beer are the best babysitter around when she need to have her computer sex with the worthless fucks that loiter about here.
I love you too man! Why if you were in the room with me right now I'd take off my shirt and..............shit I just heard a noise.
Where's that damn bottle of Robitussin?
Bart, you drive a Navigator and shave your body? Neither of these is surprising but still pretty disturbing. Rosetta may be confused about his sexuality but you're not. You're a woman. Save the pads for your "truck". You, on the other hand, go for the maxi. It will go great with your Depends and gimp bondage mask.
Tushar, I thought that whole thing about Indian's having small units was a cruel joke. Apparently, not.
"Report: Indian Runner Fails Gender Test"
http://www.breitbart.com/news/2006/12/18/D8M321981.html
I heard (and felt) grinding when I happened to use the brakes. For
about two weeks I drove around with the grinding; it never occured that
my brakes would be worn at only 17K miles.
Typical woman. [high-pitched, girly voice] It was making a noise, but I thought if I drove it long enough it would stop. What do you mean I needed to check the oil? Doesn't it do that automatically when I put gas in the tank? What do you mean by warranty? You mean that since I only had 17k miles, the dealer would have checked it out for free? oh, fiddle-dee-dee (giggle) [/high pitched girly voice.]
I am now convinced that Bart is not gay. Bart is a woman. An big, burly, hairy-faced, bitter, post-feminist cross between Bella Abzug and Helen Thomas, with the sex appeal of Madeline Albright before her weekly 3 hour waxing, woman.
dammit, Jack Straw. I guess I should have read all the way to the end before giving my assessment of Bart's gender.
Oh well, it's nice to see my analysis independently verified. Scientific method and all that.
LauraW,
I couldn't agree more. Great post.
Dave in Texas,
That very well might be the best post I've ever read. Thank you.
Here's the part I like:
He experienced problems whenever he used the brakes, and it never occured to him it might be the brakes.
I'm guessing if he gets an electrical short, and the car starts popping a fuse everytime he turns on the radio, he'll have his tires changed and check the wiper fluid maybe?
I'm guessing if he gets an electrical short, and the car starts popping
a fuse everytime he turns on the radio, he'll have his tires changed
and check the wiper fluid maybe?
I actually convinced a woman to replace the air in her tires to help stop that vibration she was getting while driving on the highway. Old air will do that, you know.
I bet if Bart did that, his brakes would last longer. Regular tire air replacement is critical to good brake health, Bart.
The more you know....
I epilate - bart
One more time since we're all friends here.
wiser,
Your assessment of bartalina seems spot on, except for 'hairy-faced'. I'll bet that she had her moustache permanently removed a couple of decades ago.
109: cat: Herseth met Sandlin, 54. At least she isn't an intern anymore.
112: That one's been rode hard and put away wet a lot. Without that little blue pill he ain't riding her hard. Now, Miguel, the undocumented yard worker she hired is only 19. He'll be getting that Christmas bonus out of the extra campaing funds and keeping the panties.
I want my damn tapioca now!
I'll bet that she had her moustache permanently removed a couple of decades ago.
Probably happened when she burned her lips trying to suck-start her boyfriend's Harley, without realizing it was already running.
wiserbud- Don't you think your being a little hard on Bart.
Hard on Bart. I bet thats the first time those words ever appeared in a sentence.
is it too late for me to call someone gay?
Hobgoblin's parents give good head.
wiserbud- Don't you think your being a little hard on Bart.
Why? I using real small words so she can understand what I'm writing. Doesn't that show some level of compassion? Is it my fault that Bart makes Rosetta seem butch?
Hey, if it's a two-week spark-off..
I feel bad for Dave. He's so proud of his pool. He probably swims around in it for hours each day.
He has no idea I've been peeing in it.
oh, he knows. Why do you think he spends so much time in there?
Nice to see that you finally are living the dream though, Entropy. I know that being a pool boy was always a goal of yours that always seemed just out of reach. Congrats on the stellar personal and professional achievement.
Hmmm ... they all flame on command.
I agree with the original post, and with all subsequent comments.
I'm late to this 2nd-grade-special-ed version of a flame thread. Never have 3 minutes of my life been more of a waste than reading those unfunny comments from you mouth-breathing cum-swilling gutter sluts.
Let me clue you donkey-punch-drunk, seven-legged deer fellators into a few things:
Entropy and wiserbud are the same 55 year old red-headed, no-tits fat chick. "She" comments here between sucking off syphllitic trannies for her hourly horse tranquilizer fix.
Tushar was born white but the years and years of volunteering as the receptacle in thousands of German scheisse films has turned his skin that sickening brown color. Ace is forced to let Tushar comment here due to affirmative action.
JackStraw is your typical one-hand on the keyboard loser looking for attention somewhere in the world and he thinks his butter-knife dull insights here will get him some. The fact he hasn't been banned for his complete lack of substance and pro-sheep fucking comments is further proof that Ace has his head up Allah's reamed out starfish.
By a long shot the most attractive thing about lauraw IS the grotesque hair and mole covered hump. One little known fact: the hump is laruraw's internal twin. The one born with the brains.
The rest of you are anti-vikings hermaphrodites that don't fit in anywhere else because you're human debris.
Oh yeah, the reason I'm a man-lesbian is that sometimes Mrs. Dave in Texas wants the stick and sometimes she wants the lick.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, assholes.
TIME's Person of the Year is an idiot.
hobgoblin (or knobgobbler and he's known at the gay bars) is so worthless and weak I nearly forgot to mention that he's home-schooled by his gay uncle in a meth lab in Arkansas. He would still be banging his sister (the one with the pooter) if she hadn't spurned him to go back to sucking off their farm llama.
We like him around here because he makes us all feel better about ourselves. Isn't that right, hobgoblin
Now put your helmet on and run and get me a juicebox.
Wow, Rosie, you're pretty hot in that picture, in a diseased, pathetic, attention-whoring, brain-dead, booze-soaked, crack-addicted, post -moose-cock-facial-receiving, just minutes from showing your slime-covered, half-pooter/half penis to paparazzi, if only anyone were even mildly interested in seeing it, kind of way.
>>Ace is forced to let Tushar comment here due to affirmative action.
Ha!
Rosetta, if your brain was capable of higher level functions, you would not have made that comment. Unfortunately, all your brain power is lost in controlling the anal muscles so that you don't crap all over yourself.
a pillar of salt!
Uhh, I wouldn't pick a fight with Rosetta if I was you, wiserbud.
If you piss him off, he will fuck your dog.
I have reported Rosetta to Scotland Yard.
Nice rack, Rosie. No wonder you're so confused.
If you piss him off, he will fuck your dog.
Why do you think we had to put her down?
The puppies are .... interesting, though.
If you piss him off, he will fuck your dog.
Oh he just uses that as an excuse.
Merry Christmas to you too, Special Ed Rosie.
I always feel exhausted after commenting in a flame war. Bitch slapping you homos is tiring.
Got your bitch slap right here, Miss Man-Lesbian.
Rosetta, you wouldn't be so exhausted if you didn't reward yourself with a savage session of shameless self abuse every time you managed to find the "Post" button.
But what the hell. It's almost Christmas. Knock your socks off.
Merry Christmas everyone except Rosetta, Wiserbud, and Tushar.
Tushar, none of this shit is safe for you. You don't get one because you'll lose your job. NSFW. Also because you're a heathen. Also I don't like you.
I think I've finally figured Bart and Rosetta out - when posting as Bart, it's him/her before the sex change operation and when posting as Rosetta, it's him/her after the sex change operation.
This would explain why Bart likes men and why Rosetta has a lesbian's feelings towards women. In any event, I think we should put both "Bart" and "Rosetta" in scare quotes whenever we type his/her name.
Perhaps someone will give him/her a sex reversal operation for Christmas and hopefully put an end to his/her and our confusion.
Who let max out of the basement?
Entropy, thanks for the lauraw-ish dog in a bunny costume pic. So warm and fuzzy cute!
cranky, I enjoyed the chicks smacking each other. I don't really know why but I did.
cranky,
Quit calling me at home. I told you I'm not going to flip you upside down any more no matter how much you pay me.
Okay Jim. The calls can stop but here's my counter-offer: we can eliminate the flipping and just leave it at the lipping. And I'll start paying you in dollars at Cambodian labor rates. Think of it as your Christmas bonus.
Merry Christmas Wiserbud.
Father Anderson? Is that you?
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