Man, don't you people have lives? I mean, here I am, a feckin' piece of sculpture, forced to put up with some idjit that keeps violating my anus with his putrid breath; not to mention his delusions about those inbred sloths masquerading as FieldofDreams brothers Rug, Rug and Rug...and CleatMe! Have you read some of those posts suppossedly from CleatMe? I have to live with this person. H*ll, you all feckin' well know that I am the ars*h*le. I mean, how many sane, rational people do you know who would believe a ceremic ocarina actually types in messages to the internet? I mean, the executives of Dow Index Companies aren't that stupid, and I should know! Of course this could all be an irrational fantasy caused by sniffing too much glue while making stick dull-cimers, but I don't think so.
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