If you see constipation in my responses I suggest you consider the possibility that it's because you have shit for brains.
Just sayin'.
Your shit posts have always been constipated, and no amount of stool softener is going to change that. If I have shit for brains, it because of reading your highly redundant posts that you've been passing off as intelligent banter all these years.
Then again, what do I expect from someone who looks like the love child between Bowser and Friar Tuck.
I've explained why I prefer a sub like Meltdown on more than one occasion and am not inclined to repeat myself solely for the benefit of someone who has shown themselves to be immune to clues, no matter how forcefully applied.
Remain ignorant, pal. It suits your persona.
You mean you refuse to answer why you complain about "flaming," yet participate in it? I can see how you would present such an obvious deflection, because it would prove that you are indeed a hypocritical pile of steaming shit.
Ignorant? I'm not the one who says one thing, and does another, now am I?
Tell me again how you don't give a fuck.
Did I? Really?
Then you won't have any trouble producing that, right?
Since I'm already waiting for the evidence that I consider this stuff "flaming" I don't mind adding that alleged complaint to the list of things you will eventually provide proof of, although at this rate maybe I should set up an Excel spreadsheet to keep track of them all.
In your own time, pal.
I guess I could just give a Garraty answer and just dance around the question with denials, deflections, and beating around the bush. I mean X already nailed you about running out of here vowing never to return, but here you are. Yeah, keep telling yourself that you didn't contradict yourself by stepping foot in here again, and of all places, Meltdown, a place that's beneath you.
Keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you you think real hard, a pink unicorn may also pop out of your anus and give you a new voice, one that's not riddled with throat polyps.
According to whom?
Certainly not me.
Like you fucking matter. The whole time when you were in self exile from here, no one even brought you up, you're not that important that anyone would go outcof their way to actually prove anything to you. You'd just forget about it anyway, as it's obvious your frontal lobes are damaged by all that nicotine, and shit coffee you drink on a daily basis.
My compass guides me and me alone... the rest of you bipedal apes will have to figure it out for yourselves, same as it ever was.
Your "compass" is soo deep up your ass, you don't even know which way is South, unless you're using that ancient sun dial you learned about from Fred Flintstone.
Basically, you'd like to think you're above all of this,, but you're not, and that's what makes you one of the biggest pussy hypocrites out here.
Your life? No.
Your ego? Weellll... that might be a different story.
Look whose talking? That has always been your problem. Your ego. As soon as someone questions your old man rants, you immediately go into tard mode, and start posting nonsensical crap you think is cutting edge. I've seen dog shit more entertaining than you,, you boring fucker.
Did you also hallucinate me saying I was?
I'm starting to think you don't so much have a vivid imagination as you're simply fucking crazy.
Karen, are you sure you read that correctly? Or did you just make that up because you got confused again? I don't need a vivid imagination to deal with the likes of your half-dead ass.
The only crazy person here right now is you, thinking that just because I'm stepping on that chicken neck of yours, is cause to start airclaiming because you can't refute anything I say about you, because you also know what I say is true, and it hurts. So much so, that you think you're going to scroll bomb me. Not so, I will take you apart, piece by old man piece.
I haven't "picked on" Caskur.
Nothing I've poasted here is something she hasn't seen from me before, and probably more than once. For what it's worth despite all her faults and shortcomings she's way more interesting and fun than you.
It's not even close.
You're a lying bitch. Anytime her name is brought up you go off on your shitty tangents about how awful she is...blah...blah...blah...all because she's made you look like the antisocial twat you really are. She's funnier than you, smarter than you, and she's missed more than you. And all that chaps your leathery hide. It shows. So go fuck yourself with your own fake news, but if it helps you sleep better in your coffin at night, then so be it.
More bollocks you'll never poast the non-existent proof of, eh?
Yeah. I'm definitely gonna need a spreadsheet.
Dance, that's it, monkey dance. If you dance around the subject any harder you might pull something. Then we'll have to read about that for the next six weeks, because it's not like I haven't seen you whine for weeks on end before.
<yawns, glances at the clock>
Uh huh. Really. Dang. How 'bout that.
<yawns again>
By all means, poast my own words back to me at least once for fuck's sake.
If nothing else it would be a nice change of pace from your usual spew.
Yes, yawn all you want with your tsunami of lame comebacks. I'd do the same thing if a nerve was struck, though you probably thought it was your back acting up again.
A nice change of pace would be seeing you not bitching about the shit other people do, all the while you being guilty of the same shit you're accusing others of.
Don't like it? Tough titties, what are you going to do about it? Threaten to leave again?
Oh God! Don't do that!