Ohhhh, you thought I was joking? Sorry, my mistake. I'll try to leave any levity out of the rest of my response so as not to cause you anymore confusion.
Gotcha. PublicAnimalNo9 is now not the joking type.
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Aww gee thanks chief, your magnanimity knows no bounds. And I'm sorry, I should have been more sensitive to the fact that you enjoy watching Glee with your mom and your blowup doll.
Okay, correction, PublicAnimalNo9 is now the joking type. Consistency through a post? Not this kid. And is the joke sophisticated? Well, no, not that either. Is it vulgar? Well, it has aspirations of vulgarity, but ultimately settles short.
Besides, watching TV with a blow-up doll is pretty tame to the time you threatened your dad into giving you a handjob. He wrote me a PM. He said you wanted to sit in his lap and gaze into his eyes. He's ruined from the experience and would like financial assistance for a psychologist.
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Yeah yer right. It's generally inbred mouthbreathers that use that term these days. That, and greasy little nerds use it cuz they think it's "cool". They're wrong.
I'm glad you keep current with what the rest of your inbred mouthbreathers are doing. It must be hard showing up to the inbred mouthbreather bowler league and not knowing all the current lingo so, good on you!
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Dayseed Dayseed:
I see you read through gleesucks.com then?
Better get yer vision checked cuz it's obvious it sucks too.
Dayseed Dayseed:
Gotta love me!
I'm sure you love yourself quite frequently. Probably why you need your vision checked.
Is this more from your inbred mouthbreathing bowling league? You may need to offer a translation.
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Oh and I wasn't trying to save Zip, he's doing a good enough job on you all by himself. I just plain don't like you. You're an arrogant, obnoxious little cur.
Oh noes! PublicAnimalNo9 doesn't like me!
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The vast majority of your posts I've run across, you've just jumped right into the middle of someone's shit because you didn't agree with them.
Holy fuck dude, you just described yourself to a T. Out of nowhere, you trounce in to make yourself heard. Not on topic either.
Which brings me to another topic: Your wanton stupidity and clear emotional attachment to this issue.
You first start off by trying to grab one word, chicks, as though it only existed in the 1970's and nowhere else. You then want to try and glue some sort of point to the front of it about how I shouldn't be stuck in the 70's. Then, presumably after you have a symphony of aneurysms burst in your head, you immediately try to make Glee jokes...a show that started in 2010.
Now, even the most congenitally defective can instantly recognize the gross fuck-up you just committed by accusing me of only being in the 70's and then immediately segueing into the new millenium.
So why? It's because you just "plain don't like me". You're so emotionally attached to what you read of me that it gets to you and you lash out without thinking.
That is awesome! I'm living in your head and I didn't even have to try to get there!
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You then make a pathetic show of trying to trash them with your supposed intellectual superiority,
Drop pathetic, trying and supposed and I agree. However, unlike you, it's factually based.
Facts, try some tonight!
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all so you can boost your apparently fragile ego and self-esteem. All classic signs of a person whose maturity is still a LONG way off.
And once again I detect clear signs of congenital defectiveness in your post. Everything you just chastised me for you couldn't abstain from in the very post you decry it!
I suppose you're now going to claim that accusing somebody of watching TV with a blow-up doll is a sophisticated observation made within a Jungian psychosexual context?
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Now bugger off, and let the grown ups continue their conversations.
Yes, you and Zipperfish need to talk about purple-asses and blow-up dolls as grown-ups in private so nobody can tell how creepy-pervy it is. However, it's up to you to protect your forbidden love(s) from outside scrutiny, not ask everyone to go away.
Hey, does your blow-up doll have a purple ass? You could both talk about that for a while.
But much like respect, a university degree, youth and the touch of a woman that doesn't take cash payments, a funny original joke is something you'll never know.