pick me apart
And your sig is too long.
There is hope, but not for us.
And [i]I[/i] have a sneaking suspicion that's you in your avatar.
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
its not
How do we know, though?
How do we [I]really[/I] know?
I want the fat boys haunch for confit.
The sigs too long. Why exactly do you want us to pick you apart?
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by jane s. [/i]
[B]You're a cruel, cruel little boy whose sarcasm broadcasts badly over the internet. [/B][/QUOTE]
I first read 'sarcasm' as 'scrotum' for some reason. Made for a questionable insult.
Dude, you soo have to start reading things slower. Really. That goes into the realm of the uncool.
There is hope, but not for us.
A pock be upon you, sir. Make that two pocks. There is no greater bane to friendship than adulation, fawning and flattery. What fools you mortals be. Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill-bred it is. Nothing is more confidant than a bad poet bane. I do not love thee, bane fell... The reason why, I cannot tell... But this I know, and know full well, I do not love thee, bane fell. Old women should not seek to be perfumed, remember this always bane bane. A pox I say... I don't want you to set before me a turbot or a two pound mullet; 1 don't want your mushrooms or your oysters. I want... damned iniquity upon ytour neck. Porridge upon your crown, and hot pudding in your shorts, ye knave! Thouest reek of a billygoat's hindquarters, bestial bane! No, a curd... not even a pox upon you. Smell the glove, beast with no bum bane...
The mind is the limit. I am going to be the best personal trainer to ever exist on this earth. I am going to inspire, motivate, and change lives. I have that power. There is not a doubt in my mind that I can make you have an orgasm just from the power of my mind via the internet. I'm a giver like that. I can heal you. I can make you whole. That's Brock. That's what I do. Moving on...
you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
No, now go away before I taunt you a second time.
you smell
I thought this might help bane deal...
HOW TO DEAL WITH INSULTS, PUTDOWNS & BULLIES...
by B. Landers Ob-Gyn M.D., D.D.T., T.C.O.B., S.F.W., Senior Member "The Cult" Forum, Honorary Mickey Mouse Club Mouseketeer, Bikini Inspector of the Month- March 1983, Autoerotic Asphyxiation Sexpert Columnist of Masturbation Monthly Magazine... etc...
- Avoid the person as much as possible.
- Ignore the person. Pretend the person is invisible. If possible, walk away.
- Give a one word response over and over like: So, whatever, really.
- Give an "I" message. I feel angry when you call me names. I want you to stop.
- Use humor. Laugh or smile so the person won’t think you are upset.
- Come up with a snappy comeback like, "Oh, well you're a poopy-head".
- Try positive self-talk: "Why should I care what this person says?" or "I’m not going to let them get me upset," or "I can handle this without getting really angry" or "I'm an idiot but he doesn't know that as fact" or "What's for lunch?"
- Ask for help. This is NOT tattling or getting someone into trouble. This is reporting a situation that is repeatedly upsetting or harmful. Talk with a parent, teacher, counselor, or administrator to work out a strategy. PALS (Peer Assistance Leaders) have been trained to do mediations and that, too, is available.
- If you pee your pants from being humiliated, make sure to cover-up this accident by saying something really cool like "all the cool kids are doing it" or "I'm a big boy now and wear big boy pullup underwear". This will identify you as being Joe Cool to all the other kids during recess.
- Also ask yourself... "WWBD" or What Would Brock Do... As Brock is the son of god and man, he would forgive his fellow brethren for the insults then kick them in the nards. Start wearing steel-toe boots...
[sings] everybody get together... try to love one another.. right... now... [smashes hippie guitar]
The mind is the limit. I am going to be the best personal trainer to ever exist on this earth. I am going to inspire, motivate, and change lives. I have that power. There is not a doubt in my mind that I can make you have an orgasm just from the power of my mind via the internet. I'm a giver like that. I can heal you. I can make you whole. That's Brock. That's what I do. Moving on...
humorous indeed
B is for bloated goat scrotum
A is for anal rape in the movie theater
N is for narcissistic nipple-thief
E is for enema.
[CENTER]a million bucks[/CENTER]
your weight needs reducing
your attitude needs improving
your eyes need lenses
your nose hair needs plucking
your body odor needs eliminating
your socks need darning
your clothes need mending
your wallet needs fattening and
your posts need enlivening
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Fino35 [/i]
[B]you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
No, now go away before I taunt you a second time. [/B][/QUOTE]
This quite possibly could be the best insult in the history of time. I'm staggered.
There is hope, but not for us.
i believe that as much as i believe your mother is irish.
well, at the katherine gibbs school we teach our students to type 150 wpm! that's why we serve jolt in our cafeterias!
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by jane s. [/i]
[B]This quite possibly could be the best insult in the history of time. I'm staggered. [/B][/QUOTE]
Yes, Jane... Monty Python's Holy Grail has some good stuff in it... I believe it's a Frenchman doing the farting in the general direction thing from the castle turret...
I edited so that you could have the glory of being first, tuffy...
The mind is the limit. I am going to be the best personal trainer to ever exist on this earth. I am going to inspire, motivate, and change lives. I have that power. There is not a doubt in my mind that I can make you have an orgasm just from the power of my mind via the internet. I'm a giver like that. I can heal you. I can make you whole. That's Brock. That's what I do. Moving on...
you english pig dog
You don't believe my mother is Irish? Why not? Cause she is. Not the cool beer-swilling carousing kind. More of the sit alone in the corner with your depression manifested as alcoholism kind (not that she's an alcoholic or anything).
There is hope, but not for us.
denial ain't a river.
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Brock Landers [/i]
[B]I want... hot pudding in your shorts, [/B][/QUOTE]
I want in on this action!
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Tuffy the Dump Truck [/i]
[B][b]This person has been added to your [i]Ignore[/i] list.[/b] [/B][/QUOTE] Announcing this is the equivalent of sticking your fingers in your ears and going "LALALALALALALALALALALA!!"


You're a cruel, cruel little boy whose sarcasm broadcasts badly over the internet.
There is hope, but not for us.