News:

He was a pretty good teacher, but he's also batshit insane and smells like ferret pee.

Main Menu

Right now...WHAT STIRS YOU TO ANGER?!!!!

Started by 0, July 14, 2009, 06:40:19 PM

Previous topic - Next topic

Verbal Mike

Unless stated otherwise, feel free to copy or reproduce any text I post anywhere and any way you like. I will never throw a hissy-fit over it, promise.

0

WHAT SHE SAID!!!!!!!



FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!!

ESPECIALLY THOSE OF YOU ON THE JURY!

ALSO:

I'VE GONE BACK TO THE SAME PLACE TO GET MY CAR INSPECTED 3 DAYS IN A ROW AND EVERY DAY IS ANOTHER LAME EXCUSE  AS TO WHY THEY CAN'T DO IT!!!!!!!!!!



Also: WHINEY-ASS-WHINERS: FUCK OFF AND PUT YOUR BIG BOY PANTS ON!


Eater of Clowns

I'm getting pretty frustrated with the fact that every time I try to write a coherent post or e-mail someone I get interrupted three or four times through and completely lose my train of thought.  I don't remember where a paragraph or even sentence was going and I have to end with some half cocked piece of what I intended to say.

Yes, I'm really tired of my work interrupting the things I do when I'm supposed to be working.
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

Quote
the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.

Richter

Some shittard apparently decided to shave off all their pubes (wish I was kidding) on one of the toilets, projectile shit all over the back of the bowl, piss on the seat, leaving a nice puddle on the back, and leave it like that.

For Fuck'ssake!  Jsut bleed, puke, and jizz on it to.  Finish the body product catalog you started you slackass mothercrapper!  In the name of Francis Bacon's throbbing cock, do I ahev to call GIGGLES into the office to show you how to do it right?  We can hold a workshop on proper fuckery for ya!
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on May 22, 2015, 03:00:53 AM
Anyone ever think about how Richter inhabits the same reality as you and just scream and scream and scream, but in a good way?   :lulz:

Friendly Neighborhood Mentat

LMNO

What the hell is going on over at Key Bank, anyway?




Sir Squid Diddimus

Quote from: Der Ballschlager on July 24, 2009, 05:55:36 PM
Some shittard apparently decided to shave off all their pubes (wish I was kidding) on one of the toilets, projectile shit all over the back of the bowl, piss on the seat, leaving a nice puddle on the back, and leave it like that.

For Fuck'ssake!  Jsut bleed, puke, and jizz on it to.  Finish the body product catalog you started you slackass mothercrapper!  In the name of Francis Bacon's throbbing cock, do I ahev to call GIGGLES into the office to show you how to do it right?  We can hold a workshop on proper fuckery for ya!

holy shit.

Cain

Quote from: LMNO on July 24, 2009, 05:56:58 PM
What the hell is going on over at Key Bank, anyway?





They get excitable, on Fridays.

LMNO


Shibboleet The Annihilator

Shitty landlords abusing their tenants. Unfortunately for the landlord, local media and government has somehow caught wind of this and a mysterious asshat has sent photographs and documentation of the abuses to them.

StD,
stealth journalist.

Pope Pixie Pickle


Eater of Clowns

#85
*REDACTED* traffic.  Fuck *REDACTED* traffic.
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

Quote
the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.

0


Nast

PEOPLE WHO SIT ON THEIR FAT ASSES WHILE THEY MAKE THEMSELVES ALL HELPLESS AND REFUSE TO LIFT A FINGER AROUND THE HOUSE AND WHEN YOU CONFRONT THEM ABOUT THE SQUALOR THEY SHIRK IT OFF AND SULK OFF TO THEIR ROOM SMELLING OF DOG FARTS.

UGH.
"If I owned Goodwill, no charity worker would feel safe.  I would sit in my office behind a massive pile of cocaine, racking my pistol's slide every time the cleaning lady came near.  Auditors, I'd just shoot."

the last yatto

YATTO  :argh!: I MEAN WHO DOES THAT ASSHOLE THINK HE IS
Look, asshole:  Your 'incomprehensible' act, your word-salad, your pinealism...It BORES ME.  I've been incomprehensible for so long, I TEACH IT TO MBA CANDIDATES.  So if you simply MUST talk about your pineal gland or happy children dancing in the wildflowers, go talk to Roger, because he digs that kind of shit

BADGE OF HONOR

PEOPLE WHO ARE INCAPABLE OF TOLERATING SILENCE AND HAVE TO BABBLE EVERY FUCKING FIVE MINUTES ABOUT INANE SHIT.
The Jerk On Bike rolled his eyes and tossed the waffle back over his shoulder--before it struck the ground, a stout, disconcertingly monkey-like dog sprang into the air and snatched it, and began to masticate it--literally--for the sound it made was like a homonculus squatting on the floor muttering "masticate masticate masticate".