crutches of destruction Wrote:
Surnatur LoorGAR Wrote:
Kiev Wrote:
Surnatur LoorGAR Wrote:
Hey Pete, I'll be sure to piss on you when I see y ou laying in that gutter at SXSW, mate.
And Kiew, srsly dude, you're named after a chicken dish...you should change your name to Daddy's Yummy Kiev, crotch sniffer
Your're running out of steam chubby - maybe you need to fry something up and get your feed on. I expect, no, wait - I fucking demand better insults.
Oh, I gotta lotta more. Since I don't know who you are, I will venture a guess that you are in this thread only to start some shit and waste some time at your eight dollar a day job before you go home and jack off with sandpaper on your palm with the name of a girl you talked to one time 3 or 4 years ago at a bar written on your wrist.
Kettle, meet Pot... What was this thread, from its inception, if not an effort to stir shit?
Did OPA! & LooGAR undergo some sort of
Vice Versa mind-swap?
I was legitimately wondering why, as many people have said lately, the board has been in a bit of a lull. The fact that everyone takes it personally makes it kind of obviouse many are thinking the same thing.
Then you have the I hate good music crowd who really get their panties in a bunch, people like frostingspoon and FT who try to mediate the argument, and dolts like your mail lust object Bloor who can't formulate an argument, so they try to insult everyone in the thread.
There's really only one obvious answer in the poll, as all the posts in thi sthread allude to, and it has nothing to do with shutting up.
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harry Wrote:
I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.
FT Wrote:
LooGAR (the straw that stirs the drink)