Yeah, I remember you, too, as "Gallium."
You sent me a PM on VF with a pic of you with your daughter's undies wrapped around your face.
I remember thinking to myself, "this guy's got issues... best to steer clear of him."
And, regarding your comment about me "dominating forums" (whatever that means), I've only got this to say: Those that can, do; those that can't are Breakfall.
Now come suck on my toes, Breaky; my athlete's foot wants to come back.
Bertrude…you’re predictable. Last night you were logged on, but decidedly to have a say behind my back. The problem with you, is that you don’t want to miss out on anything. You’re logged on with at least three different sites, prattling on about fuck all most of the time, and brown-nosing wherever there’s an opening. You’re a closet homosexual…just come out of the fucking closet and let Admin suck your diminutive peenarse! Lolol…fucking drip!
That so, Breaky?
There are two possibilities here...
One the one hand, you, too, are logged on to the same three different sites I am--presumably so as not to miss a single word of my sparkling repartee just in case, you know, I actually
mention you somewhere. Sadly, though, you are usually as far from my thoughts as Caskur's left front tooth is from her right one. Like a shivering chihuahua in need of comfort on a cold day you assiduously sniff out every trunk I've pissed on and every steaming coil I've dropped just to reassure yourself that it's okay to have a brain the size of a ping-pong ball so long as the big dogs leave a trail showing you how things are done in this park.
The other possibility--and the more likely one, in my view--is that you feed goat pellets to that insufferable Gossip Frau, Aryan, so that he can follow me around on the internet and then bleat his report back to you. You know, just in case I mentioned you somewhere.
I actually like you, Breaky. But I'm not a fan of chihuahuas. They're unnecessarily yappy. They suffer from Small Dog Syndrome. Plus, their heads always look like an egg studded with two plump raisins fit to burst. Especially when, you know, somebody looks their way. Now it's time for you to run along; I can see Caskur is yanking on your leash again. She has the patience of a saint, that one.