The very first and very last...

Wow. 8 posts and you're a fcuking know-all. Please go away and play in the traffic of a very busy highway. Choad.

I would, but the cars won't have me.

I would, but my instinctual fear of injury automatically triggers my mind bullets.
7 have died thus far.

Stop eating glue and get yourself a job.

If we promise to miss you, will you go away?

Good morning Chunt Funter.


You seem to be confusing my skills as a communicator with insensitivity.

Hope this helps.

Tom.

"Cause you're new you get the "honor" seat on the special bus today.

-1 for being a retard.

Isn't that like a double negative? Shouldn't it be +25 Messianic disappointment, or -25 Messianic approval?

Now settle down everybody, give pappy pietimer a chance to reply.

@RobD I could make some sort of crude your mom joke, but I won't. I respect her too much. She was both an excellent lover and lady. If only your dad would have beaten you as much as he beat her...

@Dirty_Barry You presume that's not my job.

@strangestranger I never said I came here wanting intelligence. (There is a pretty straightforward theorem that explains whats going on here: doldrums*booze => disingenuous statements. I leave it to the reader to prove this statement. Also, consider the reverse implication, is it true? )
After posting and whatnot I was promptly ass-raped by half the wait staff.

@Riser Gold star for using lube

Welcome to the other

Than, if you don't mind my asking, wtf are you complaining about?

Who are you going to please with that little thing?? /waiting for punch line

nsydt?

@pietimer

I concur with Tom. You are a twat.

And let's face it, that's the only sort of fcuk he's ever going to get. The spanner.

Arseman, you need another better avatar! Please work on it. I promise I won't be offended.

lol, I know, just give me time...

I know, all the goodones, ie the two girls ******* the bottle, get banned...

I don't understand. You use big words. And there is a cockroach running around on my computer display that can't be killed no matter how hard I swat at it with my running shoe.
I'm going back into the closet. The real world is too scary.

Three tools of the techie: Pliers, screwdriver, 12lb lump hammer.

*takes a day off to figure it out*

*gets distracted by a delicious blonde on an undisclosed Hawaiian beach*

How can you tell the difference?

Feel like the big man, do you now? Got a pair, have you? Reckon your half-baked education is beyond all of us basement dwellers, do you?

That's right, C*nt-Face, we're all now enlightened by your superbly crafted, and totally original thread. That's for sure.

A million jackasses have come down here with your attitude and every one of them has slurp-sucked ass until they've gagged, so piss off.

Fcuking finally, it lives. Tell us oh mighty bomber where the fcuk have you been?
Did you put your feet on the wrong way round? Wingys wife not let you go till she drained your bank account dry? Have you managed to push a mighty oak up your arse...

Shyte! Damn us all to hell!