Just remember, any time you see someone participating in a petty, nit picky discussion where they multi quote for days and try and out windbag one another, it’s not me. I don’t participate in dumb shit like that.
Certainly, sir. I will put that in my mr. r folder, in my very important file of internet people I deeply care about.
Sarcasm is the refuge of losers. Care a little more.
I don’t use sarcasm as refuge, dear. I use it with the sole purpose of amusing myself.
Alas, you don’t like it. I must try harder then. For you. I promise that I will, day and night.
Calling someone dear is like calling them boy. You only do it because you feel insecure and because you lack something better to say.
What am I doing? Well, right now I am writing and wondering what award Fuse will get, if he will win the third brainteaser too (you may compare his first first award and second first award). The third first arward should be one of the following four films:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49Ze6jaEF9g[/youtube] [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLgGApTU0V4[/youtube]
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPshUOTXZmw[/youtube] [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpO0buoWNYE[/youtube]
But maybe it could also be one of the follwing two films:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLHQC9tBTz4[/youtube] [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5SFB0XhkZw[/youtube]
Peter Sloterdijk is a German philosopher. Perhaps Fuse can learn something from him, provided that Fuse is able to speak German. In any case it would be a well chosen award.
I did not mean to patronize you, dear. My use of “dear” is nothing but courtesy. What can I say, I am courteous.
Words are so nice when they mean what they mean…
I will call you boy when I mean boy.
I almost did a few pages back, when you wrote that massive lecture on the history of your bitches at the first hint of a criticism. Remember that?
Tell me about insecurity, love. I am all ears.
I’ve been through tons of hos. I"m also a freakin genius. People get upset sometimes at how well I manage life while making it look so easy. My penis is like a can of soda, and I get to do whatever I want all the time. I can’t imagine what I’d be insecure about, or how anyone would consider me a boy when I’m nearly 35 years old and have been independent since before I was 20. But suit yourself.
You guys sound like them crazy American conspiracy theorists, the 9/11 variety.
You know, the type that are too frightened to believe America has real enemies, that there exists a real world outside of America. If America’s under attack, it must be the government because no one else has the power to do it, or so they like to imagine.
Next stage, diaper community.
Tell me again.
I’m trying to figure out which one you are… I’m guessing redictivist.
=D>
See? That’s why I thought you were just being ironic on that, uh, other thread. But you really are no more or no less than dasein!
Right? 
Over and underestimation , after a while somehow connect and even out on some level, and become a workable system,
How do you define ‘‘managing life well’’, and in what way are you a ‘‘genius’’ - can you amplify.
Does fucking some weak-minded sluts make you a brilliant mind…and what are the fruits of these ‘‘adventures’’ - infertile.
It’s probably just me but I don’t have a fucking clue as to what in the hell this means. In fact, as a rule I don’t.
How are you a genius and what does it mean to ‘‘manage life well’’.?
No. There’s a difference between being crass, and victimizing other members of the board.
And I’ll bet that difference is…simple? Though maybe not…objective? 
Well damn nothing’s going on it is quiet, if it lasts much longer I know that something bad will occur. In my life peace, quiet and relaxing is often followed by crap going wrong. Short quiet times are generally safe. Its like when my employer’s animals and my animals all behave well for a day or two, I know I am going to have more work afterwards. 