I'm going to have to wayback and revisit Neck when I have time. I'm sure I'm right. Let's face it tho, lots of 'Tards', so-called, myself included, made you nutsy. Legitimately pissed you off with funny stupid little quips that you couldn't contend with, still can't,
all these years later-
Heh
Pal, you're still stuck in the unfunny mud of the past while my wheeled crusty ass keeps breezing by~
Let me know if you want some horsey sauce next time I pass.
Peace Bitch!
Hoooooots Mon! Blandy and Lily all set for a night on the town;Blame the blacks, blame brown people, just ensure you never blame yourself.
The no run-in rule was made for people like jack, admin and Aryan.
That rule became "standard" because the people invested in matches took the whole thing way too seriously and couldn't abide anyone not playing their game their way. The structure, forms, and rituals became more important than whatever was happening in the matches themselves. We ended up with a bunch of paint-by-numbers "flame" matches that were soulless and devoid of any real connection to the audience. They were half pedantic follies and half masturbatory abominations.
Not saying there never funny moments but they were vastly overshadowed by all the bureaucratic bullshit.
In my opinion matches weren't even "flaming"; they were just a circus run by and for clowns.
You morons weren't ever around long enough. In such little time I was able to beat in your non-existent brains with only my trusty nail file. You sad fucks come and go, usually after you've had your sorry ass handed to you more times than you'd like to remember.
All these years later I'm still able to bitchslap you dullards back to la-la land, or you wouldn't be out here trying to rewrite history.
That rule became "standard" because the people invested in matches took the whole thing way too seriously and couldn't abide anyone not playing their game their way. The structure, forms, and rituals became more important than whatever was happening in the matches themselves. We ended up with a bunch of paint-by-numbers "flame" matches that were soulless and devoid of any real connection to the audience. They were half pedantic follies and half masturbatory abominations.
Not saying there never funny moments but they were vastly overshadowed by all the bureaucratic bullshit.
In my opinion matches weren't even "flaming"; they were just a circus run by and for clowns.
Yea but, TWAP always put a lot of time and effort in creating his cat themed Match banners and graphics and he would get very angry if you demanded a "call out" then never fucking showed up for the match after he made one for you.
Dude, how was I gonned when I'm still here?You morons weren't ever around long enough. In such little time I was able to beat in your non-existent brains with only my trusty nail file. You sad fucks come and go, usually after you've had your sorry ass handed to you more times than you'd like to remember.
All these years later I'm still able to bitchslap you dullards back to la-la land, or you wouldn't be out here trying to rewrite history.
You were posting mainly these silly Jerry Springer studio productions were you interviewed your fellow cretins and went on and on until people fell asleep.