Joined: Wed Mar 16 2005, 01:18am
Location: in a Finnish goat hut north of the Arctic circle
Posts: 1534
I cannot believe I aim this low. What an aloof and detached bitch this chick is. She doesn't care about me or anyone, just herself. Her capacity for love is directly associated to her connection speed. She toys with my emotion like a feral cat. She inspires nothing but lonliness and abject misery. Her taste in music is stunted and ignorant, juvenile even. She's about as feminine as a middle linebacker for the Bears. I feel like if I was in quicksand, the last thing I'd hear is her sardonic cackle. She has the depth of a pot-hole puddle. Undefined and craggy with outcroppings, until you drive over it, then it will rip and rend your mortal soul like last year's spare tire.
"I'm not a liar, just full of shit and I can see it in your smile it hurts a bit..."
Joined: Wed Jan 12 2005, 12:39pm
Location: Plague of Madness
Posts: 1100
A pity my high standards upset you. Just because you're rejected you feel the need to spew venom. I care about plenty of people, just not YOU. I can see you now, alone on your cheese and jizz encrusted couch, banging your oily head like Beavis & Butthead to that drone of annoyance you call music which is less appealing than nails on a chalkboard. Sounds like a three year old who discovered an electric guitar. I toy with you only when I am bored and am able to so well because you are stupid. I like the way you jump through hoops wearing nothing but a slimy toothed smile while your 2 inch dick flops around aimlessly. I've seen harder gelatin molds than that thing between your legs you call an erection.
I'm about as feminine as a middle linebacker for the Bears? Guess that explains your attraction, bend over sweetie, let me give it up like your used to. *dons strap on in the shape of Caliginosity's pecker* Put a couple of hairy male tits in your face and you slobber like a pit bull who just got his favorite treat. You'll drown in a puddle of your own cum and spittle before the quick sand ever gets to you and even then, it's just one less moronic idiot trying to stuff his nose up my ass.
Joined: Wed Mar 16 2005, 01:18am
Location: in a Finnish goat hut north of the Arctic circle
Posts: 1534
Your pity? I don't need your pity. There is nothing I want from you ever again. At least I don't have my Mom over to help keep the place neat! I can do it myself thank you very much. I might be 'stupid' if you call stupid someone who used to actually care and listen when you cyber-balled your eyes out. And what about when you needed internet help, I was always there to help in every phase, including giving a shit. It was no small thing to you at the time!!! Well, no mas Ms Texas Longhorn Southern Belligerent McHateful I bet your bed smells like hot jockstraps I bet your collection of odd mens socks is about ready to fill a dresser drawer I bet your bathroom has mildew stains and loose laundry all over the place I bet your hairbrush is just stuffed with fucking HAIR goddamnit I bet your brush your tooth like once a week
Joined: Wed Jan 12 2005, 12:39pm
Location: Plague of Madness
Posts: 1100
I think I'll call you lame-vernios from now on.
My pity is ALL you ever had aside from my net assistance and that only because you are too thick to figure out how to use a free hosting/storage site. I felt sorry for your lame backwoods ass. Your mind has an odd way of reversing everything that happens. Whenever I need internet assistance from anyone, I go to a real man, like Dan, not some ill conceived balled out notion of a mother's cunt like you.
Cyber-balled my eyes out? You must be confusing me with your sister, and I imagine anyone who cyberred your dorky dictioned dickhead really would cry. Following the logic of your poor writing skills is as hard for me as I am sure fucking your mom's cavernous cunt is for you, let's just say she has to fake her orgasms.
And you gave a shit alright, you are nothing but shit and I imagine your bowel movements are never small, but cankerous piles of putrid green slime. That's not even your biggest problem, the shit comes out of your mouth instead of your ass. All this time your neighbors thought that smell came from the rotting pig carcass in the pasture next door. You're the one with a wading pool, one of those tiny plastic kiddy ponds like you buy at Wal-Mart where you lie in the fetal position while Caliginosity pees on your mushy head everyday, because that's what gets you off.
Joined: Wed Mar 16 2005, 01:18am
Location: in a Finnish goat hut north of the Arctic circle
Posts: 1534
My Mom had 4 kids, what's your excuse? I hear you can palm a basketball with your labias. Must make all the boys in the hood run for their lives! And no, Dan is my man, plus he thinks I'm funny and we are NE homies. No fantasy ridden immature ignorant FAT FUCKING harlot from the 'heartland' is going to bible-thump me with hell and damnation! Take your Jeezus and your rosary meetings and your churchy-ass holy rolling pals back inside the BUS where they belong. I know the ride in the luggage compartment is better than usual for you, I am glad the god squad helps all pitiable creatures. I think you should get back to your job as toilet hostess at the turnpike Burger King bathroom. I know it's volunteer work, and that has *some* virtue, but you should try charging at least 2$ per handjob and 3$ for gobbling the goo. An old-school bug-eyed skeezer needs to eat too. So how's the humpback thing working out? How did you get your varicose veins to look like flowers? Your feet looked like you've been picking at your gout ulcers again. I've told you 50 times to do something about that! The daily diet of Old Milwaukee lite 30 packs, random lobs of jizz, latrine cakes, foot scabs, and gas station bolony samples will do you in someday. So the next time you're pushing your face into some old man's taint in the dumpy stall, I want you to think about all the lies and deception and knee-jerk hate you foment in my general direction, using such pleasant environments like Brooke's PM service here at TSi. You've treated me like Elton John's poolboy for the last time! You and your pungently fermented with a tinge sulphur smelling meatwad hole you call "dildo container #1". I hear you've trained your vagina not only hold 9 full-sized dildos, but make each pop up randomly, much like the "Bop the Rodent" game at roadside toilets nationwide. You should look into getting a promotion outside the toilet. You probably have plenty of storage for game tokens in "dildo container #2".... Your yap could spit tickets I'm sure!!
Joined: Wed Jan 12 2005, 12:39pm
Location: Plague of Madness
Posts: 1100
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Lame-vernios trying to flame = this ^^^ dumbass robbing a quicky mart
Haha, now you're just getting desperate, you're supposed to leave at least a little truth in your flame, otherwise, it's pretty pointless. You've been listening to the little voices in your head for way too long.
What's wrong, did your mom replace you with the family dog? Rejection's a bitch, I guess, and from the looks of your post, your blow up doll must have turned you down last night.
I don't go to church and have never even been inside a burger king, but I see you have lots of experience with all sorts of roadside establishments. Now we understand where your paycheck goes and why you have to live in such a roach infested crackerbox excuse for a house. Do you actually have these truckstop whores and grease jockies rim you too? Guess it would be easier than using toilet paper and you may as well get your money's worth but I'll stick with my bidet and you stick to your nasty hole in the ground.
I don't think you'll have any better luck with Dan than you did with me, so don't go all desperate on him too.........he likes girls. While trying to use that oozing mush melon you call a brain, you finally went postal on us. Next thing we are going to be hearing on the news is about how you took a gun and shot up the local pool hall then turned it on yourself because some old herpes infested truckstop barmaid also rejected you. Really can't blame you for having to pay for it since no one in real life will go out with your lame ass. The only slit you ever see is the postal kind, well, other than the family dog's.
I have never read a more sorrowful waste of my time. I knew listening to all those Metallica wanna-be bands would get to you eventually. Careful, your dreams of being just like Lars is starting to reveal itself you delusional, narcissistic, brain-dead postal delivery clerk.
I know you did this to try and get back at me for turning you down, but is this really the best you can do? I thought you at least had balls in the flame department, but so far, all I see is a bunch of made up desperate blather with a pic attached. All too much for your little pea brain to handle, you can't even manage to find or make an original pawned pic, so instead, you sponge off the kewlness of Thrash.
You are such a sucker of satan's cock devil worshipper. I mean, think about how flawed is your belief system. You worship the arch nemesis of the concept of something that very likely doesn't even exist. They don't make a bus short enough to carry your lazy lame fungal ridden retard ass. Why not use some of that dick cheese to spackle the holes in your teeth so you don't scare small animals and children so badly while on your mail route.
Lovernios, "Wah! I thought I bought the fish flavored turds! Wah! Why can't I be more like Lars! Wah! I'm losing this flame war! Wah! She won't go out w/ me! Wah! I need a woman! Wah! a goat Wah! a dog Wah! a hole in the wall...anything!!!"
Ugh! Ughh!!! Ughhhh! Pound yourself in the ass a little harder there grandpa, maybe you'll cum next time.
Lovernios' Future Obituary:
A man who has been identified as lovernios was found dead in his efficiency apt. located above an abandoned beer joint earlier this week. He was dressed in a Metallica midriff t-shirt knotted in the middle and turned inside out along with a pair of pink women's drawstring capris pants. The only thing in his wallet was a worn, tear stained autographed picture of Lars Ulrich with the words, "We'll always have that day backstage at the tractor pull, I will never smell another johnny-on-the-spot again without thinking of you, Love, Lars." Authorities say he died of toxic shock, no one knows how long the decayed gerbil had actually been inside his anal cavity, and they have even less information about how it got there. He is to be buried with the picture as well as with his favorite cum stained "Napster Sucks" pillow of which his family says he was unusually attached. Metallica's Sad But True will be playing softly in the background, services will be held downwind behind the local bait shop due to the fact the morticians were unable to rid the body of the smell, poor skanky bastard.
Joined: Wed Mar 16 2005, 01:18am
Location: in a Finnish goat hut north of the Arctic circle
Posts: 1534
I tell ya what...
I will NOT claim to be funny still This was like pulling my own skin off in many ways, there was little joy in the excercise PLUS Sha is a shitload funnier, she used existing characterizations of me to her advantage MUCH better than I did, and the fucking tombstone/obituary kicked my butt up and down the street. I thought the jokes including Caliginosity were brilliant, god I pissed myself laughing Her creative mind trumped my staleness nicely.
I absolutely suck in her presense. And I called her out.
Word to wise: Don't ask for something, you might get it!
All Hail the Flaming Goddess Arcane13, my ass is spanked...
Joined: Wed Feb 28 2007, 12:14am
Location: Under Your Mom's Meat Flaps!
Posts: 14373
"lovernios" wrote ... I tell ya what...
I will NOT claim to be funny still This was like pulling my own skin off in many ways, there was little joy in the excercise PLUS Sha is a shitload funnier, she used existing characterizations of me to her advantage MUCH better than I did, and the fucking tombstone/obituary kicked my butt up and down the street. I thought the jokes including Caliginosity were brilliant, god I pissed myself laughing Her creative mind trumped my staleness nicely.
I absolutely suck in her presense. And I called her out.
Word to wise: Don't ask for something, you might get it!
All Hail the Flaming Goddess Arcane13, my ass is spanked...
(sorry I let you down Thrash)
Awww, dude ... don't take it like that .... See, she knew your weaknesses and exploited them; that is FlameWarrioring ... She prevailed flawlessly ....
Well ... almost ....
Here's how ...
Instead of making use of "Mike's Lars Ulrich T-Shirt" ... I'd have made light of his "Lars Ulrich Underoos"
