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"trotsky" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote in message news:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
manyYeah, that's accurate: I had my mother move into my condo. when my father died. You think that's fucking funny? Give me your address and I'll rip your eyeballs out and hand them to you. Figuratively speaking, I mean.
Using the mighty power of your huge ass, I suppose? By the way, guess how
points I get for making you issue a violent threat over Usenet.
Uh, zero? You just got through calling me a hypocrite by claiming me anonymous, then you turn around and lie about my personal information. I'm starting to think I overestimated your intelligence.
Totally wrong - I get like a gajillion billion points. If I get enough, I can trade them in for the Big Whiny Baby Trotsky doll which, when you turn it on, sits in the corner and makes threats, but as soon as you touch it it shuts itself off. It's a hot holiday item I hear.
Btw, I just checked my e-mail box, and there was no e-mail from you with your address. Why?
Why what? Why would I send you my address which is impossibly easy to find on the internet in the first place? Why would you want to continue your Toughest Pretend Person On The Internet stance? Why haven't you ever received a piece of email that wasn't directly related to growing your penis size?
good atHere's suggestion: you might want to try doing something you're actually
communicationfor recreational purposes, perhaps something that doesn't involve
which, obviously, isn't your forte.
Again, this is either a weak troll, or your just stupid. Half the people on Usenet can't even form complete sentences. Basically, when people such as yourself are backed into corners like this, lying is your only resort.
Did you forget who you were writing to again. I'm Kevin. K-E-V-I-N.
ask is because the above doesn't seem to bear any relation to anything that has actually been said in the course of this thread or, indeed, throughout the entire length of human discourse.
Oh, wait, I get it - you think communication IS your forte. You think you're a really super-duper writer, able to - what was the phrase - write like "a swarm of bees" or some such nonsense. (To stave off the inevitable and boring "I never said that!" bleatings from little Trots, here's the post I mean: http://tinyurl.com/vvgt . The rest of that thread is equally funny, but very very long. Still, there aren't that many people on the planet who would describe the ability to jump as the major attibute of a mass of bees. Perhaps they have some sort of American jumping bee in Chigago that we Canadians are unaware of.)
Equally obviously, it would have to bephysique
nothing that involves other human beings, as your shiningly attractive
and personality pretty much rule that out.
My physique? What does this have to do with my anonymity, hypocrite?
Well, see, you're not that attractive,
there. Too bad you weren't the real Trotsky, 'cause then you could have had it off with Frida Khalo. And, to bring it full circle, because "Trotsky" isn't your actual name, you're the very thing you despise.
I notice you took your unattractive personality as a given.
Really, your best bet is to build upsafekeeping
a massive porn habit. The trick is to be able to hide it from Mother, but I figure you can stick four or five DVDs up that huge ass of yours for
forwhile you think of a more permanent location. Don't say I never did nothing
ya, "Trotsky".
A porn habit--the voice of experience, obviously. Tell us about your Adonis like physique, that should be good for a laugh.
Even better, with a little computer savvy you'd be able to pull up a picture of my wife. But, really, that would send you into a complete downward spiral, as it's the final proof that there simply cannot be a God.
having aOkay, I guess I do have to point it out. See, you can't complain about
conversation with me WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE CONTINUING THE CONVERSATON.
Does this bother you? I'm the one calling the shots here, when I'm done with you then I'm done. Or is it the other way around, and it's you that's trolling me to respond? This is kind of the reverse of the Dusty/Warewolf debacle, except that I never whine about having to put people in "killfiles". But you decide: are you a troll or am I the one calling the shots?
Hmmmmmm.... Troll. What do I win?
That makespie -
the kind of sense that's not. It's like you just started eating this huge
conversationI'm using an example that I'm sure you're more than familiar with to make it easier on you, because I know how confused you get lately - but then on the first bite discovered that it's off, and you say "Hey, this pie is off! I shouldn't be eating it!" but you KEEP EATING THE PIE ANYWAY. This
andis just like that pie - it's never going to get better just by eating it,
eventually you'll get sick and crawl away and throw up. Well, okay, it isn't JUST like the pie, but it's pretty damn close.
I've lost you, haven't I? OK, let's try again: You no make sense because you very very stupid.
Have you been drinking?
Have you been eating entire racks of lamb at one sitting?
The rest of your post was shit--I thought you already knew that.
Translation: Kevin got me, but if I ignore it maybe everybody else will too.
How childish.
Translation: How accurate.
Can I move in with Mom? She probably needs a man around the house.
Why, have you totally fucked your familial situation? Why isn't this a surprise?
No, I just figure she's forgotten what one looks like. Tell her to picture the exact opposite of her son and that'll probably help. Now, let's open this up to the studio audience: anybody else want to point out the hilarious Freudian context of "fucked your familial situation"? I'm talking to you, Derek.
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