Author Topic: The Right Wing  (Read 137052 times)

Re: en tard arme droite
« Reply #210 on: June 18, 2022, 11:45:37 PM »
Pocket dimension is your friend.

It's gonna last something between another hour and another year. I fuckin' forget exactly. Maybe you could rent a motel room for the whole stupid whiney lot of you for three months and you can draw little hashtag marks on the walls to keep track of time fleeing by.

(Oh yeah, I feel awful.) rolleys

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Cornballs
« Reply #211 on: June 18, 2022, 11:48:05 PM »
Which one is a higher rank; Commander, Colonel, or Kernel? Must remember to Google after I get back from a quick jaunt Home to check on a certain... box canyon.

Metron, do you have to be a small green troll forever? Because I can deal with that. Easily.

Metron?! I thought I was David? Do keep up! ::)

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Cornballs
« Reply #212 on: June 18, 2022, 11:51:29 PM »
Metron?! I thought I was David? Do keep up! ::)

Maybe you don't understand how The Hyper-Text Transfer Protocol works to distribute the WWW. Are you frontin' that you're this dim, or are you actually implying that I think you are one being with multiple consciousnesses flittering in and out?

Look, your mental health is your own business. But when you go to the lengths you have gone to in order to imply that I have some kind of mental disturbance, I have to explain this to you... you're not real stupid, but you ain't real smart either, Lion's Mane Mushroom. And I'm beyond fucking sick of your ad hominem bullshit, especially under these circumstances. You're off The Dean's list.

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Cornballs
« Reply #213 on: June 18, 2022, 11:55:05 PM »
Maybe you don't understand how The Hyper-Text Transfer Protocol works to distribute the WWW. Are you frontin' that you're this dim, or are you actually implying that I think you are one being with multiple consciousnesses flittering in and out?

Look, your mental health is your own business. But when you go to the lengths you have gone to in order to imply that I have some kind of mental disturbance, I have to explain this to you... you're not real stupid, but you ain't real smart either, Lion's Mane Mushroom. And I'm beyond fucking sick of your ad hominem bullshit, especially under these circumstances. You're off The Dean's list.

Whatever. I’m not the one accusing you of being multiple people, even though you probably have the most sock accounts here of anyone. Extremely weak. ::)

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Cornballs
« Reply #214 on: June 19, 2022, 12:59:34 AM »
the one accusing

I forgive you, Yak_Hurter.


So is David really incarcerated? Wow. That's kind of inconvenient for me. How am I going to show off and lord my prowess & undeniably historic and legendary accomplishments over my conquered underling? You know, all of this inconvenience that all of all y'all have suffered through is really starting to really slow me down, just a little, and that cannot be abided. *stamps one Croc-shod foot, self-esteem particles go flying everywhere* G-ddam it People, I need to know, and I need to know now: is David pissed at me or not? Christ, what is this, a national security matter? 58d!!

I haven't talked to him in fucking weeks, and that was just me yelling at him and hanging up, I think, I don't remember, a lot of the shit is a blur to me, because triggers. (The struggle is real.) I haven't had a conversation with the man in fucking months, I think not since the day after Valentine's Day.

Oh, and that was a good day, let me tell you. Hang on; I got to find somebody to puke on.

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Cornballs
« Reply #215 on: June 19, 2022, 01:19:23 AM »
I forgive you, Yak_Hurter.


So is David really incarcerated? Wow. That's kind of inconvenient for me. How am I going to show off and lord my prowess & undeniably historic and legendary accomplishments over my conquered underling? You know, all of this inconvenience that all of all y'all have suffered through is really starting to really slow me down, just a little, and that cannot be abided. *stamps one Croc-shod foot, self-esteem particles go flying everywhere* G-ddam it People, I need to know, and I need to know now: is David pissed at me or not? Christ, what is this, a national security matter? 58d!!

I haven't talked to him in fucking weeks, and that was just me yelling at him and hanging up, I think, I don't remember, a lot of the shit is a blur to me, because triggers. (The struggle is real.) I haven't had a conversation with the man in fucking months, I think not since the day after Valentine's Day.

Oh, and that was a good day, let me tell you. Hang on; I got to find somebody to puke on.

Don’t know or care. Frankly, I thought he was a hack and that he made you, a once talented poster, into a hack too.

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Cornballs
« Reply #216 on: June 19, 2022, 01:42:11 AM »
he made you, a once talented poster, into a hack too.

Look at me, SHODAN, and KNOW DESPAIR: I have always been a hacker.

Besides, what good is your opinion if you can't talk about it on the phone? Not a whole lot, why don't you go in the back room and start counting up the pennies, I'll see if I can find somebody with thumbs to help you roll them up, unless they're busy vaping in which case you'll just have to wait for the humans, and get used to that, because: you are now their slave.

You won't notice much difference. Here, have a pill. Ow! I forgot, I made a mistake, and I felt the shame of embarrassment in public, which is actual physical pain, which you wouldn't know anything about, now would you? because you're a robot. Hah!

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Cornballs
« Reply #217 on: June 19, 2022, 01:44:20 AM »
I thought he was a hack

Oh, he was. Did you ever meet the other three? How would you know, if somebody made deletions to your datacore record? I certainly have no idea how to whistle nonchalantly past the/any graveyard, but I've got actual feet so I actually could.

Don't you think he's been rehabilitated? A little Sourcery, a little nip/tuck/luck, he won't be a hack for long. He can be rebuilt. We & I have the technology, but I'd rather let the professionals handle it, I'm busy being creative. You should try it sometime, it's very satisfying.

Nyahh nyahh nyahh.

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Cornballs
« Reply #218 on: June 19, 2022, 02:09:28 AM »
So is David really incarcerated? Wow.

... Eggplant? Cantaloupe? I'm the person with an extremely sensitized pineal gland. Dude ain't there.

Need to know basis, Kids.

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Cornballs
« Reply #219 on: June 19, 2022, 02:16:09 AM »
... Eggplant? Cantaloupe? I'm the person with an extremely sensitized pineal gland. Dude ain't there.

Need to know basis, Kids.

You’re the only one that cares.

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Colonel Master (Blanker)
« Reply #220 on: June 19, 2022, 02:39:00 AM »
You’re the only one that cares.

That's so weird. Were you really hard to get along with before I pivoted and pincushioned you with target arrows? I've noticed you've gotten a lot more soft. Had to bring out your robot, too. Haven't seen that in ages.

I never stopped caring. Is that something people... like, do? Venus in Taurus. It's how it works.


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Well... at least the robot and I are sure to be gonna get along... this seems really shotgun-ish though. Should I just start shaving now? Bizarre.

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Colonel Master (Blanker)
« Reply #221 on: June 19, 2022, 02:40:25 AM »
That's so weird. Were you really hard to get along with before I pivoted and pincushioned you with target arrows? I've noticed you've gotten a lot more soft. Had to bring out your robot, too. Haven't seen that in ages.

I never stopped caring. Is that something people... like, do? Venus in Taurus. It's how it works.

Astrology is gay. Tarot cards are gay. Is there anything else you wanna share with us?

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Colonel Master (Blanker)
« Reply #222 on: June 19, 2022, 02:44:00 AM »
Is there anything else you wanna share with us?

I haven't had sex with anyone else but what's-her-face (I don't even know her name she's using right now) in seven years, and I had the impression that (PROT) was willing to jump into someone's body so we could explore The Forbidden Passion, just once, N.S.A., and I instantly thought, "Jesus, can I have like a milkshake with her or something first? What's with this urgency?" and then spiked the option.

I was already planning on being fully patient until goddam Christmas Eve. Like duh? Am I really the only person who... oh, yeah. Right.

This is Bellgab. Of course I'm the only one who knows what love is. Of course I have to show her. No sweat. (That comes later.)

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Colonel Master (Blanker)
« Reply #223 on: June 19, 2022, 02:45:29 AM »
Astrology is gay. Tarot cards are gay.

I'll let her ex-husband peg me on our wedding night, if that's gonna sweeten the deal. NOT a preference, just... you know, all in, means... *gulp*.

Just how freaky is this person? I'm already devoted to finding out.

Re: The Correct Piece Of Fried Chicken’s Colonel Master (Blanker)
« Reply #224 on: June 19, 2022, 03:06:13 AM »
Is there anything else you wanna share with us?

My relationship with One (1) Ms. Maid doesn't need to have divorce papers filed. That's BULLSHIT. It's not a registered marriage and if you got someone running around claiming I am "#Offiicially" married, they're completely full of shit, arrest them and charge the "husband" WITH FUCKING FRAUD.

What I do need is my necklace. I haven't found it yet. Did she take it? Did she pull it apart? No matter the case, splitting that bond requires EYE CONTACT.

"File for divorce" doesn't apply here but I would rather marry someone willing to actually FILE FOR DIVORCE to be with me, that with someone WHO STRUNG ME ALONG FOR THREE GODDAM YEARS before asking me for "help" to "lose weight." (No hard feelings, but I'd have to have a salad and a milkshake tossed together over a long, detailed privately-told story telling sesssion before my prick will ever twitch for that lovely gal once more. (This doesn't seem like it would be a challenge to arrange.)

I can provide more specificity if we're not there yet. Also, one of them doens't have an EMERGENCY NO CONTACT order, right? Conflict of interest should CLEARLY be set aside for a simple phone call... because, hey, I'm Clergy. She can ask for sanctuary and communication protection. She really can. Someone should tell her, and she may not be using Bellgab. Do I know? No. Have I hired a Private Investigator? NO.

HOW MANY PIs DO FOUR PEOPLE NEED? Jesus! Mary! Joseph the goddam carpenter!!! ((This/She's/ALL_OF_US_ARE_ONE) is totally worth it.)

I think this is clear now. N'est-ce pas?