The General Chatter Thread.

[ty4er]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

[G.K.]

Er wha?  That's the remark that set you over the edge?

It's a copypasta

Then it's a dumb one.  At least "gorilla warfare" is so over the top it's funny, that one's just sad.

What the **** did you just ****ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the **** out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ****ing words. You think you can get away with saying that sh** to me over the Internet? Think again, ****er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life.  You’re ****ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill yo  in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little sh**. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ****ing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will sh** fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ****ing dead, kiddo.

Why are you such an idiot? You jaundiced jumped up, vercordiously pusillanimous piffle. Your vileseome existence nauseates me beyond compare. It is politically correct when discussing your faults to use certain words to denote your humanness above your disability. But in your case, there is nothing human. You are just challenged, you are just different. Given a choice of stepping in something nasty on the sidewalk, or bidding you good morning, I would happily choose the former. Single-handedly, you have wrenched all meaning out of life. Congratulations. As I write this I try vainly to think of something, anything, which redeems in some small way your utterly pointless existence. The only thing that comes to mind is that you have taught me hate. Pure, unmitigated hate. I have had fantasies about attacking you with a machete, but I dare not. I once cut up a starfish, which was so neurologically simple that each piece grew into a clone of the original. Your coleopteron brain no doubt shares certain appalling similarities with such creatures. You, misguided as you are, might be asking yourself what you have done to deserve such a letter as this. Your misdeeds and villainous vampings can be described in just two words: you exist. And believe me, there is no reason on earth why you should. How do you justify to yourself waking up each morning and ruining yet another day? If everything in this world has some purpose, some grand plan behind its existence, then yours surely is to show everything else, whether it be a slops bucket in a fried chicken stand, or the gunk behind the fridge, how fortunate it is not to be you. I have tried, but clearly, I have failed. I must stand firm to the realisation that mere words cannot express my utmost and profound contempt and loathing for your person, your being and your existence. You are a blight against nature.

mother ****er you dont know who the **** i am, you are a fag who likes sticking it in guys asses and you best believe that you’d be the one getting crammed in your ****in rear by my Ukranian Fort-500 shotgun before i blow your ****ing guts out your chest you faggit little bitch your ****ing pathetic you best hope i never head to your town, i’ll find yeah and shank you in your sleep, you wanna die mother****er? faggit little cracker, hahaha I betyou aint ever even gotten and coochie, huh? ever got any pussy? i dont even keep count anymore, but it is definately past 35 cuz thats where i lost count bout a year or two ago, added a few since then, so ask yourseld, should your faggit no coochie gettin bitch ass maybe try to shut the **** up, or do you want to hear more about how ****in gay and lame you are? you cocksucking homo bastard go kill yourself you worthless chunk of sh**, your useless and lame as ****, and i cant wait to show your gay ass faggit no roastin abilities, you couldn’t talk sh** even if you ate sh**, go slit your wrists you aint cool at all give up on your gay ass life

I have something important I need to tell you. I anticipate it will result in my receiving a barrage of angry e-mail from Virus Bomb accusing me of being cruel, but Virus Bomb relies on stichomancy to "prove", inter alia, that we ought to worship termagant, appalling warlords as folk heroes. What follows is the story of how he can be so rich in the rhetoric of democracy and yet so poor in its implementation.

Virus Bomb has been causing a lot of wahala by seeking vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging his announcements. The denial of this fact only proves the effrontery, and also the stupidity, of postmodernist, obtuse warmongers. He will hate me for saying this, but immoralism, phallocentrism, and gangsterism follow his footsteps. Wherever Virus Bomb goes, such things are sure to sprout up. The implication is that he must have some sort of problem with reading comprehension. That's the only explanation I can come up with as to why he accuses me of admitting that he can bring about peace and prosperity for the whole of humanity through violence, deception, oppression, exploitation, graft, and theft. What I actually said is that it's really not bloody-mindedness that compels me to challenge rather than accommodate the mainstream's presuppositions. It's my sense of responsibility to you, the reader.

Virus Bomb claims that the only way to expand one's mind is with drugs—or maybe even chocolate. I claim that the absurdities within that claim speak for themselves although I should add that the real question here is not, "Why do we put up with Virus Bomb?". The real question is rather, "What sort of severe tunnel vision has led Virus Bomb to suspect that he is the arbiter of all things?" On the surface, it would seem to have something to do with the way that without checks and balances, picayunish underachievers are free to numb the public to the exclusionism and injustice in mainstream politics. But upon further investigation one will find that society must soon decide either to get people to stop believing lies that were forged in the fiery pits of hell or else to let Virus Bomb create widespread psychological suffering. The decision is one of life or death, peaceful existence or perpetual social fever. I can hope only that those in charge realize that there are few certainties in life. I have counted only three: death, taxes, and Virus Bomb doing some malignant thing every few weeks. Now that this letter has come to an end, I indisputably hope you walk away from it realizing that Virus Bomb interprets his easy meanness as unselfish philanthropy.

[Naryar]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

^^ qft, and he calls himself lawful good after that sh**

[GoldenFox93]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

^^ qft, and he calls himself lawful good after that sh**

Since when from there, Clemanceau?

[090901]

Er wha?  That's the remark that set you over the edge?

It's a copypasta

Then it's a dumb one.  At least "gorilla warfare" is so over the top it's funny, that one's just sad.

What the **** did you just ****ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the **** out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ****ing words. You think you can get away with saying that sh** to me over the Internet? Think again, ****er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life.  You’re ****ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill yo  in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little sh**. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ****ing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will sh** fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ****ing dead, kiddo.

Why are you such an idiot? You jaundiced jumped up, vercordiously pusillanimous piffle. Your vileseome existence nauseates me beyond compare. It is politically correct when discussing your faults to use certain words to denote your humanness above your disability. But in your case, there is nothing human. You are just challenged, you are just different. Given a choice of stepping in something nasty on the sidewalk, or bidding you good morning, I would happily choose the former. Single-handedly, you have wrenched all meaning out of life. Congratulations. As I write this I try vainly to think of something, anything, which redeems in some small way your utterly pointless existence. The only thing that comes to mind is that you have taught me hate. Pure, unmitigated hate. I have had fantasies about attacking you with a machete, but I dare not. I once cut up a starfish, which was so neurologically simple that each piece grew into a clone of the original. Your coleopteron brain no doubt shares certain appalling similarities with such creatures. You, misguided as you are, might be asking yourself what you have done to deserve such a letter as this. Your misdeeds and villainous vampings can be described in just two words: you exist. And believe me, there is no reason on earth why you should. How do you justify to yourself waking up each morning and ruining yet another day? If everything in this world has some purpose, some grand plan behind its existence, then yours surely is to show everything else, whether it be a slops bucket in a fried chicken stand, or the gunk behind the fridge, how fortunate it is not to be you. I have tried, but clearly, I have failed. I must stand firm to the realisation that mere words cannot express my utmost and profound contempt and loathing for your person, your being and your existence. You are a blight against nature.

mother ****er you dont know who the **** i am, you are a fag who likes sticking it in guys asses and you best believe that you’d be the one getting crammed in your ****in rear by my Ukranian Fort-500 shotgun before i blow your ****ing guts out your chest you faggit little bitch your ****ing pathetic you best hope i never head to your town, i’ll find yeah and shank you in your sleep, you wanna die mother****er? faggit little cracker, hahaha I betyou aint ever even gotten and coochie, huh? ever got any pussy? i dont even keep count anymore, but it is definately past 35 cuz thats where i lost count bout a year or two ago, added a few since then, so ask yourseld, should your faggit no coochie gettin bitch ass maybe try to shut the **** up, or do you want to hear more about how ****in gay and lame you are? you cocksucking homo bastard go kill yourself you worthless chunk of sh**, your useless and lame as ****, and i cant wait to show your gay ass faggit no roastin abilities, you couldn’t talk sh** even if you ate sh**, go slit your wrists you aint cool at all give up on your gay ass life

I have something important I need to tell you. I anticipate it will result in my receiving a barrage of angry e-mail from Virus Bomb accusing me of being cruel, but Virus Bomb relies on stichomancy to "prove", inter alia, that we ought to worship termagant, appalling warlords as folk heroes. What follows is the story of how he can be so rich in the rhetoric of democracy and yet so poor in its implementation.

Virus Bomb has been causing a lot of wahala by seeking vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging his announcements. The denial of this fact only proves the effrontery, and also the stupidity, of postmodernist, obtuse warmongers. He will hate me for saying this, but immoralism, phallocentrism, and gangsterism follow his footsteps. Wherever Virus Bomb goes, such things are sure to sprout up. The implication is that he must have some sort of problem with reading comprehension. That's the only explanation I can come up with as to why he accuses me of admitting that he can bring about peace and prosperity for the whole of humanity through violence, deception, oppression, exploitation, graft, and theft. What I actually said is that it's really not bloody-mindedness that compels me to challenge rather than accommodate the mainstream's presuppositions. It's my sense of responsibility to you, the reader.

Virus Bomb claims that the only way to expand one's mind is with drugs—or maybe even chocolate. I claim that the absurdities within that claim speak for themselves although I should add that the real question here is not, "Why do we put up with Virus Bomb?". The real question is rather, "What sort of severe tunnel vision has led Virus Bomb to suspect that he is the arbiter of all things?" On the surface, it would seem to have something to do with the way that without checks and balances, picayunish underachievers are free to numb the public to the exclusionism and injustice in mainstream politics. But upon further investigation one will find that society must soon decide either to get people to stop believing lies that were forged in the fiery pits of hell or else to let Virus Bomb create widespread psychological suffering. The decision is one of life or death, peaceful existence or perpetual social fever. I can hope only that those in charge realize that there are few certainties in life. I have counted only three: death, taxes, and Virus Bomb doing some malignant thing every few weeks. Now that this letter has come to an end, I indisputably hope you walk away from it realizing that Virus Bomb interprets his easy meanness as unselfish philanthropy.

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.


I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?


You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg,
either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.


Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.


You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.


You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with
you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together.
You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.


Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git.


You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop
around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.


On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.


You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You
gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clot pole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your spouse be blessed with many bastards.


You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You would be out of focus.


You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You
are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.


It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh.


The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.


P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good.

[Naryar]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

^^ qft, and he calls himself lawful good after that sh**

Since when from there, Clemanceau?

it's Clemenceau, lernurhistory

also yes you did lol

[Resetti's Replicas]

I think only you and me that likes anime in this forum

Oh! Oh! I do, too!

Admittedly, it's been a while since I've seen any, though.

I like comedies.  I know that most of my tastes in anime won't meet Nary's approval, but maybe Sayonara Zebotsu Sensei is.  It's about a teacher who always gets depressed and tries to hang himself (but it's  a comedy cartoon so he never really does).  My favorite character is the girl with OCD.

[Naryar]

GOLDENFOCXSES

but maybe Sayonara Zebotsu Sensei is.  It's about a teacher who always gets depressed and tries to hang himself (but it's  a comedy cartoon so he never really does).  My favorite character is the girl with OCD.

no

[Jonzu95]

I know EXACTLY how Goldenfox got my password.

But I'm not allowed to tell it, sorry guys.


Btw, thanks Nary for removing the stupid warning popup

[ty4er]

Er wha?  That's the remark that set you over the edge?

It's a copypasta

Then it's a dumb one.  At least "gorilla warfare" is so over the top it's funny, that one's just sad.

What the **** did you just ****ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the **** out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ****ing words. You think you can get away with saying that sh** to me over the Internet? Think again, ****er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life.  You’re ****ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill yo  in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little sh**. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ****ing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will sh** fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ****ing dead, kiddo.

Why are you such an idiot? You jaundiced jumped up, vercordiously pusillanimous piffle. Your vileseome existence nauseates me beyond compare. It is politically correct when discussing your faults to use certain words to denote your humanness above your disability. But in your case, there is nothing human. You are just challenged, you are just different. Given a choice of stepping in something nasty on the sidewalk, or bidding you good morning, I would happily choose the former. Single-handedly, you have wrenched all meaning out of life. Congratulations. As I write this I try vainly to think of something, anything, which redeems in some small way your utterly pointless existence. The only thing that comes to mind is that you have taught me hate. Pure, unmitigated hate. I have had fantasies about attacking you with a machete, but I dare not. I once cut up a starfish, which was so neurologically simple that each piece grew into a clone of the original. Your coleopteron brain no doubt shares certain appalling similarities with such creatures. You, misguided as you are, might be asking yourself what you have done to deserve such a letter as this. Your misdeeds and villainous vampings can be described in just two words: you exist. And believe me, there is no reason on earth why you should. How do you justify to yourself waking up each morning and ruining yet another day? If everything in this world has some purpose, some grand plan behind its existence, then yours surely is to show everything else, whether it be a slops bucket in a fried chicken stand, or the gunk behind the fridge, how fortunate it is not to be you. I have tried, but clearly, I have failed. I must stand firm to the realisation that mere words cannot express my utmost and profound contempt and loathing for your person, your being and your existence. You are a blight against nature.

mother ****er you dont know who the **** i am, you are a fag who likes sticking it in guys asses and you best believe that you’d be the one getting crammed in your ****in rear by my Ukranian Fort-500 shotgun before i blow your ****ing guts out your chest you faggit little bitch your ****ing pathetic you best hope i never head to your town, i’ll find yeah and shank you in your sleep, you wanna die mother****er? faggit little cracker, hahaha I betyou aint ever even gotten and coochie, huh? ever got any pussy? i dont even keep count anymore, but it is definately past 35 cuz thats where i lost count bout a year or two ago, added a few since then, so ask yourseld, should your faggit no coochie gettin bitch ass maybe try to shut the **** up, or do you want to hear more about how ****in gay and lame you are? you cocksucking homo bastard go kill yourself you worthless chunk of sh**, your useless and lame as ****, and i cant wait to show your gay ass faggit no roastin abilities, you couldn’t talk sh** even if you ate sh**, go slit your wrists you aint cool at all give up on your gay ass life

I have something important I need to tell you. I anticipate it will result in my receiving a barrage of angry e-mail from Virus Bomb accusing me of being cruel, but Virus Bomb relies on stichomancy to "prove", inter alia, that we ought to worship termagant, appalling warlords as folk heroes. What follows is the story of how he can be so rich in the rhetoric of democracy and yet so poor in its implementation.

Virus Bomb has been causing a lot of wahala by seeking vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging his announcements. The denial of this fact only proves the effrontery, and also the stupidity, of postmodernist, obtuse warmongers. He will hate me for saying this, but immoralism, phallocentrism, and gangsterism follow his footsteps. Wherever Virus Bomb goes, such things are sure to sprout up. The implication is that he must have some sort of problem with reading comprehension. That's the only explanation I can come up with as to why he accuses me of admitting that he can bring about peace and prosperity for the whole of humanity through violence, deception, oppression, exploitation, graft, and theft. What I actually said is that it's really not bloody-mindedness that compels me to challenge rather than accommodate the mainstream's presuppositions. It's my sense of responsibility to you, the reader.

Virus Bomb claims that the only way to expand one's mind is with drugs—or maybe even chocolate. I claim that the absurdities within that claim speak for themselves although I should add that the real question here is not, "Why do we put up with Virus Bomb?". The real question is rather, "What sort of severe tunnel vision has led Virus Bomb to suspect that he is the arbiter of all things?" On the surface, it would seem to have something to do with the way that without checks and balances, picayunish underachievers are free to numb the public to the exclusionism and injustice in mainstream politics. But upon further investigation one will find that society must soon decide either to get people to stop believing lies that were forged in the fiery pits of hell or else to let Virus Bomb create widespread psychological suffering. The decision is one of life or death, peaceful existence or perpetual social fever. I can hope only that those in charge realize that there are few certainties in life. I have counted only three: death, taxes, and Virus Bomb doing some malignant thing every few weeks. Now that this letter has come to an end, I indisputably hope you walk away from it realizing that Virus Bomb interprets his easy meanness as unselfish philanthropy.

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.


I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?


You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg,
either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.


Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.


You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.


You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with
you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together.
You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.


Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git.


You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop
around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.


On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.


You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You
gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clot pole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your spouse be blessed with many bastards.


You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You would be out of focus.


You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You
are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.


It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh.


The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.


P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good.

What the **** did you just ****ing say about me, you little bully? I’ll have you know I lasted 16 years in Canada, and I’ve been involved in numerous raids on my own body, and I have over 300 ML of bleach drank. I am trained in self harm and I’m the top Clorox chugger in BC, Canada. I will wipe myself the **** out with chugging the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ****ing words. You think you can get away with saying that sh** to me over the Internet? Think again, ****er. As we speak I am knotting my 2 meters long of rope across my neck and your feels are being hurt right now so you better prepare for the suicide, bully. The suicide that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re ****ing done kid. I can die anywhere, anytime, and I can kill myself in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with Clorox and rope, you ****ed up bully, I will sh** sadness on you and you will drown in it, I’m ****ing done kiddo.


FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF WHAT DID YOU ****ING CALL ME? A FAGGOT? DO YOU ****ING KN OW WHAT FAGGOT EVEN MEANS? IT MEANS A HOMOSEXUAL. A ****ING QUEER. A WHOOPSY. A PRANCING LALA FRUITY BOY. YOU COME HERE, AND CALL ME ****ING THAT? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY GIGABYTES OF PORNOGRAPHY FEATURING ONLY ****ING !!!FEMALES!! I HAVE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY TIMES A DAY I MASTURBATE TO THIS COLLECTION, HOW MANY HOURS I SPEND EXPANDING IT? NO, NO YOU ****ING DON’T, YOU JUST COME IN HERE AND MAKE A ****ING JUDGEMENT ON ME LIKE YOu”RE SOME KIND OF JUDGER OF FAGS WHEN I STILL SMELL OF THE SEMEN FROM JACKING IT TO THE PUSSY OF A ****ING FEMALE THIS BOARD ISN”T ****ING /GAY/ ALRIGHT IT’S /A/, NEWSFLASH, JAPAN HAS SEX TOO, OTHERWISE JAPAN WOULD NOT EXIST AS A ****ING COUNTRY WITH PEOPLE IN YOU PREJUDICED PIECE OF sh**

WHIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR ****ING FACE. I BET I HAVE AT LEAST TEN TIMES THE AMOUNT OF PICTURES OF VAGINA YOU DO, FAGGOT FAG FAG FRUITY WHOOPSY DOO-DOO LAA LAA SCOUT BOY GET THE **** OFF MY BOARD


Im going to ****ing kill you, you litle sh**. You think u can get away with saying that sh** 2 a poor girl that suffered and killed herself? I hop you burn in hell and ur children suffer from every known disease u ****ing little twat. I’m goin to find ****ing find were u live, slit ur throat and make u drown in you’re own blood. Your going to regret making fun of Amanda.


also wow what did jonzu ever do to you gf. he's a cool guy so why do something like that

[Naryar]

i must reiterate my point

GOLDENFOCXSES

[Scourge of teh Galaxy]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

I'm sorry why are we back to this again

[Naryar]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

I'm sorry why are we back to this again

hey scourge come here and give me a hug

[Jonzu95]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

I'm sorry why are we back to this again

hey scourge come here and give me a hug

HEY! SHE IS MI-

owait, you can keep her.

[NFX]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

I'm sorry why are we back to this again

hey scourge come here and give me a hug

While holding some piano wire. =P

[Scourge of teh Galaxy]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

I'm sorry why are we back to this again

hey scourge come here and give me a hug

Earn it

[Jamin]

Er wha?  That's the remark that set you over the edge?

It's a copypasta

Then it's a dumb one.  At least "gorilla warfare" is so over the top it's funny, that one's just sad.

What the **** did you just ****ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the **** out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ****ing words. You think you can get away with saying that sh** to me over the Internet? Think again, ****er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life.  You’re ****ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill yo  in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little sh**. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ****ing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will sh** fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ****ing dead, kiddo.

Why are you such an idiot? You jaundiced jumped up, vercordiously pusillanimous piffle. Your vileseome existence nauseates me beyond compare. It is politically correct when discussing your faults to use certain words to denote your humanness above your disability. But in your case, there is nothing human. You are just challenged, you are just different. Given a choice of stepping in something nasty on the sidewalk, or bidding you good morning, I would happily choose the former. Single-handedly, you have wrenched all meaning out of life. Congratulations. As I write this I try vainly to think of something, anything, which redeems in some small way your utterly pointless existence. The only thing that comes to mind is that you have taught me hate. Pure, unmitigated hate. I have had fantasies about attacking you with a machete, but I dare not. I once cut up a starfish, which was so neurologically simple that each piece grew into a clone of the original. Your coleopteron brain no doubt shares certain appalling similarities with such creatures. You, misguided as you are, might be asking yourself what you have done to deserve such a letter as this. Your misdeeds and villainous vampings can be described in just two words: you exist. And believe me, there is no reason on earth why you should. How do you justify to yourself waking up each morning and ruining yet another day? If everything in this world has some purpose, some grand plan behind its existence, then yours surely is to show everything else, whether it be a slops bucket in a fried chicken stand, or the gunk behind the fridge, how fortunate it is not to be you. I have tried, but clearly, I have failed. I must stand firm to the realisation that mere words cannot express my utmost and profound contempt and loathing for your person, your being and your existence. You are a blight against nature.

mother ****er you dont know who the **** i am, you are a fag who likes sticking it in guys asses and you best believe that you’d be the one getting crammed in your ****in rear by my Ukranian Fort-500 shotgun before i blow your ****ing guts out your chest you faggit little bitch your ****ing pathetic you best hope i never head to your town, i’ll find yeah and shank you in your sleep, you wanna die mother****er? faggit little cracker, hahaha I betyou aint ever even gotten and coochie, huh? ever got any pussy? i dont even keep count anymore, but it is definately past 35 cuz thats where i lost count bout a year or two ago, added a few since then, so ask yourseld, should your faggit no coochie gettin bitch ass maybe try to shut the **** up, or do you want to hear more about how ****in gay and lame you are? you cocksucking homo bastard go kill yourself you worthless chunk of sh**, your useless and lame as ****, and i cant wait to show your gay ass faggit no roastin abilities, you couldn’t talk sh** even if you ate sh**, go slit your wrists you aint cool at all give up on your gay ass life

I have something important I need to tell you. I anticipate it will result in my receiving a barrage of angry e-mail from Virus Bomb accusing me of being cruel, but Virus Bomb relies on stichomancy to "prove", inter alia, that we ought to worship termagant, appalling warlords as folk heroes. What follows is the story of how he can be so rich in the rhetoric of democracy and yet so poor in its implementation.

Virus Bomb has been causing a lot of wahala by seeking vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging his announcements. The denial of this fact only proves the effrontery, and also the stupidity, of postmodernist, obtuse warmongers. He will hate me for saying this, but immoralism, phallocentrism, and gangsterism follow his footsteps. Wherever Virus Bomb goes, such things are sure to sprout up. The implication is that he must have some sort of problem with reading comprehension. That's the only explanation I can come up with as to why he accuses me of admitting that he can bring about peace and prosperity for the whole of humanity through violence, deception, oppression, exploitation, graft, and theft. What I actually said is that it's really not bloody-mindedness that compels me to challenge rather than accommodate the mainstream's presuppositions. It's my sense of responsibility to you, the reader.

Virus Bomb claims that the only way to expand one's mind is with drugs—or maybe even chocolate. I claim that the absurdities within that claim speak for themselves although I should add that the real question here is not, "Why do we put up with Virus Bomb?". The real question is rather, "What sort of severe tunnel vision has led Virus Bomb to suspect that he is the arbiter of all things?" On the surface, it would seem to have something to do with the way that without checks and balances, picayunish underachievers are free to numb the public to the exclusionism and injustice in mainstream politics. But upon further investigation one will find that society must soon decide either to get people to stop believing lies that were forged in the fiery pits of hell or else to let Virus Bomb create widespread psychological suffering. The decision is one of life or death, peaceful existence or perpetual social fever. I can hope only that those in charge realize that there are few certainties in life. I have counted only three: death, taxes, and Virus Bomb doing some malignant thing every few weeks. Now that this letter has come to an end, I indisputably hope you walk away from it realizing that Virus Bomb interprets his easy meanness as unselfish philanthropy.

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.


I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?


You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg,
either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.


Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.


You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.


You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with
you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together.
You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.


Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git.


You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop
around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.


On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.


You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You
gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clot pole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your spouse be blessed with many bastards.


You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You would be out of focus.


You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You
are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.


It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh.


The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.


P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good.

What the **** did you just ****ing say about me, you little bully? I’ll have you know I lasted 16 years in Canada, and I’ve been involved in numerous raids on my own body, and I have over 300 ML of bleach drank. I am trained in self harm and I’m the top Clorox chugger in BC, Canada. I will wipe myself the **** out with chugging the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ****ing words. You think you can get away with saying that sh** to me over the Internet? Think again, ****er. As we speak I am knotting my 2 meters long of rope across my neck and your feels are being hurt right now so you better prepare for the suicide, bully. The suicide that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re ****ing done kid. I can die anywhere, anytime, and I can kill myself in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with Clorox and rope, you ****ed up bully, I will sh** sadness on you and you will drown in it, I’m ****ing done kiddo.


FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF WHAT DID YOU ****ING CALL ME? A FAGGOT? DO YOU ****ING KN OW WHAT FAGGOT EVEN MEANS? IT MEANS A HOMOSEXUAL. A ****ING QUEER. A WHOOPSY. A PRANCING LALA FRUITY BOY. YOU COME HERE, AND CALL ME ****ING THAT? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY GIGABYTES OF PORNOGRAPHY FEATURING ONLY ****ING !!!FEMALES!! I HAVE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY TIMES A DAY I MASTURBATE TO THIS COLLECTION, HOW MANY HOURS I SPEND EXPANDING IT? NO, NO YOU ****ING DON’T, YOU JUST COME IN HERE AND MAKE A ****ING JUDGEMENT ON ME LIKE YOu”RE SOME KIND OF JUDGER OF FAGS WHEN I STILL SMELL OF THE SEMEN FROM JACKING IT TO THE PUSSY OF A ****ING FEMALE THIS BOARD ISN”T ****ING /GAY/ ALRIGHT IT’S /A/, NEWSFLASH, JAPAN HAS SEX TOO, OTHERWISE JAPAN WOULD NOT EXIST AS A ****ING COUNTRY WITH PEOPLE IN YOU PREJUDICED PIECE OF sh**

WHIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR ****ING FACE. I BET I HAVE AT LEAST TEN TIMES THE AMOUNT OF PICTURES OF VAGINA YOU DO, FAGGOT FAG FAG FRUITY WHOOPSY DOO-DOO LAA LAA SCOUT BOY GET THE **** OFF MY BOARD


Im going to ****ing kill you, you litle sh**. You think u can get away with saying that sh** 2 a poor girl that suffered and killed herself? I hop you burn in hell and ur children suffer from every known disease u ****ing little twat. I’m goin to find ****ing find were u live, slit ur throat and make u drown in you’re own blood. Your going to regret making fun of Amanda.


also wow what did jonzu ever do to you gf. he's a cool guy so why do something like that

Hey Faggots,
My name is John, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, retarded, no-lifes who spend every second of their day looking at stupid ass robots. You are everything bad in the world. Honestly, have any of you ever gotten any pussy? I mean, I guess it’s fun making fun of people because of your own insecurities, but you all take to a whole new level. This is even worse than jerking off to pictures on facebook.
Don’t be a stranger. Just hit me with your best shot. I’m pretty much perfect. I was captain of the football team, and starter on my basketball team. What sports do you play, other than “jack off to naked drawn combat robots”? I also get straight A’s, and have a banging hot girlfriend (She just blew me; sh** was SO cash). You are all faggots who should just kill yourselves. Thanks for listening.
Pic Related: It’s me and my bitch

[Naryar]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

I'm sorry why are we back to this again

hey scourge come here and give me a hug

While holding some piano wire. =P

that's what i like in a girl : fighting spirit

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

I'm sorry why are we back to this again

hey scourge come here and give me a hug

Earn it

in what way should i strive to be worthy of your holy attention, oh beautiful ?

[NFX]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

I'm sorry why are we back to this again

hey scourge come here and give me a hug

While holding some piano wire. =P

that's what i like in a girl : fighting spirit

I'm not a girl, I just look like one.
 
You're not drunk again, are you?

[Naryar]

i still cant believe how goldenfox hacked jonzu

I'm sorry why are we back to this again

hey scourge come here and give me a hug

While holding some piano wire. =P

that's what i like in a girl : fighting spirit

I'm not a girl, I just look like one.
 
You're not drunk again, are you?

i'm not talking about you, i'm talking about scourge