whatever...manners maketh the man.
Originally Posted by armature
I don't deal with alts. Be a man, or a woman, or a hooker, or whatever you like, and post from your main account. This isn't even the pot calling the kettle black, this is the the rotten-toothed addict pointing at a diner and screaming "YOU GOTS SOMEFING IN YOUR TEEF!"
Unless you're afraid of being lambasted on your main account, then I understand your need to hide.
If six months of mostly polite inquiry around here have taught me anything, it's that manners are wasted on the helmeted special team in the same way that a bottle of Platinum is wasted on a homeless alcoholic.
I've already had my
say about Wakeup. 'Nuff said. When someone dares to call his bullshit, he runs.
blah blah, snide bullshit, blah blah
Originally Posted by Dorthy_Monroe
Let's tackle Dorothy, since she's still sniffing around my crotch. And by tackle, I do mean "I can see Dorothy on the offensive line of a women's prison football league" not the figurative addressing of a subject...although I suppose I mean both.
Dorothy, I suspect armature is your manhandle, because the arrival of that poster in this thread has an inversely proportional relationship with your continued verbal abuse - I don't think you've ever been this silent; not even when you were retired. Or not retired. Or trying to hack it. Or whatever. I suspect you even manage to spit more vitriol than that while you're actively working [read: with a dick in your mouth].
I realize that this entire community gives you "special snowflake" status and sort of lets you run around unchecked banging your helmet into walls and people alike while you smear that smelly mess all over everyone and everything like an inbred albino dog with a botched neutering operation trying to mark territory, but I don't feel the same protective urge to give you a wide enough berth to avoid you balling up your sausages and waddling over here to try throat punching me.
I've said it before - you have an amazing smile, so hot. You were the very first provider that I wanted to see. Completely wasted on the dumpster it's attached to. And from what people, including yourself say, it's a real dumping grounds for...pretty much everything. The reason I haven't (until this very moment) gotten long-winded when you've tried baiting me is because you've demonstrably proven that you are intellectually incapable of reading a complete sentence, comprehending what you've written, and then putting together enough words in the right order to assembly some semblance of a witty retort.
Don't feel like that's a bad thing; not everyone gets to grow up to be an astronaut. We need burger-flippers too. Or dick suckers. Although given what people say, I'm not sure you've found what you're GOOD at yet - apparently practice doesn't make perfect. In case you're coherent in person to offset your literary shortcomings, I'd extend you the courtesy of a meet and greet over lunch to sort this out. Something nice...but familiar to you. McDonalds? Three double quarter pounders, a bag of fries, and a gallon of coke? Lemme know where to bring it.
I'm not angry at you; your taunts, name-calling, alt abuse - six months of this from you - truly not angry. Call it 15% annoyance and 85% pity. I'm sure you understand the annoyance part, since you work tirelessly to perfect your ability to emulate a dingleberry...the annoying inability to get off the soiled bits of toilet paper attached to your butt.
The 85% - it's sad to see a smile like that wasted on someone like you. I'm sure when you were a kid, someone taught you that attractive people didn't have to work to succeed in life, which spawned a life quest to get by on looks and no intelligence - and now looks are fading with age, you're discovering that you probably should have tried graduating middle school and developing some life skills because the market for "heinous gossip crones" is rather limited and is exclusively non-paying volunteer work.
Having said that, most of which you probably won't understand, which contributes to the pity...I'm sure you'll be back shortly with some inane, derogatory and pithy retort, the effect of which will be muted by your previously mentioned handicaps, and doubtlessly muffled by the surge of dopamine being released in your brain from stuffing that second double quarter pounder down...
So let me pre-emptively remind you that I've been kind for months, and this is the politest abuse I can give without getting savage. I think I've toed the line for "points" on this one without stepping over the line, but time (and Spice) will tell.
This is just witty foreplay, with a side of digital TUMA from a couple of clowns. 
