Well, at least I provided the forum with proof
That's not all! You've also provided (PROT) with (blank).
of your possession of integrity, Trollda.
And, you've provided ME with acid burns on the back of my head! Damn, Son; you don't play fair with women, now do you? You know, it's been a long time since I've had to deal with your ilk; and I am pleased to know, it'll likely be a long, long time before I'm gonna have to deal with your
particular brand of ilk,
ever again.
The occasional reminder of the fragility of our state of being is necessary from time to time.
Let me remind ewe of something, while {you} have their attention, Meth-Mouth:
Life is but a vapor.
—KUCZI–TITAN]I had a dream, that ewe had a nightmare.
Azzerae was unaware of my shenanigans.
Yes, I just bet he was. Do you know how many times I've gotten email from you twisted, fisted ducks, claiming that someone had killed themselves? Answer A: too many goddam times; Answer B: thrice (¡3!), which is THREE GODDAM TIMES TOO MANY.
That was a dick move and never a funny joke. Seriously,
I am glad you agree, Lush-çious.
ev en Jackstar wouldn’t pull this shit.
You don't actually know Me. You have only been allowed to know a composite gestalt.
Here is how you will know me: you actually went to school with me and I have acid burning into the back of my neck and scalp. This tatted-up broad–who looked better than Britney Spears did at sixteen, if you want me to tell the goddam truth—just screamed at me, told me that I was named “Joe,” sprayed me with a pink water pistol filled with, not holy water, but with what I'm guessing is hydrochloric acid, “it burns! it burns!” (not too bad, I'll manage), assured me that she had been to my house (never saw her before in my life), that I was a weirdo pervert in a skirt (“IT IS A KILT, MA’AM—WOULDST THOU DOST LIKE TO SEE MY SECURE PACKAGE??? (I did
not say; sadly, it was the obvious thing to say, but she was
very upset and would
not have appreciated the humour, and hopefully will later appreciate my discretion”), and that is she ever saw me there again, she would, and I quote: “get my gun and shoot you in the kneecaps!!"
I shit you not:
tri⁵⁵ered. Can't say as I blame her, as I guess she just figured out in a flash of insight how someone named “Joe” had played her. She seemed really, really...
REALLY upset about it. I of course had nothing, nothing, NOT ONE BLESSED THING and/or THINGY TO DO WITH IT... but I happen to know... once placed into a fight-or-flight panicked survival mode response... well, Vulcan logic is only the first of many faculties to go flying out the window of consciousness.
What’s wrong with you?!
They are caught... and now, you are
frei.KNOW THYSELF.
TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE.
