I always have a Babe of the Day. So far you are the only "man" who has
complained. No surprise there... heh...
So you're saying that a murdered prepubescent girl is "Babe of the Day?"
GEEZUS
even the Germans would find that vulgar
>
> Or, are you pretending that you're not a pervert now?
>
> > He was an awesome Dad. He was always there for me and the rest of our
> > family. We miss him. A lot...
>
> He bought you a television set twelve years ago, and he wouldn't talk to
> you
> for the last six years of his life.
Really? And how did you arrive at that conclusion, poetry boy?
> Next, you're going to claim that he received the Congressional Medal of
> Honor, and that he had superpowers that allowed him to become invisible.
Close... heh...
>
>
>
> > One time when I was downtown and I tried to reach out to him in my
> > mind/prayer. I said "I miss you" and sure "could use your advice". I
> > asked him for a sign... If he could hear me. Seconds later... The
> > bells from the church across the street went off. I got my sign...
>
> > The other night while praying I mentioned that due to some financial
> > obligations I wasn't able to come down to see his grave on the one
> > year anniversary of his death this Thanksgiving and talk to him...
> > Moments later I heard in my mind... "You're speaking to me now..."
>
> Get fucken real, you imagination-challenged simpleton: the only two things
> you've ever prayed for in your life were money and sex.
> You've received neither, or else you wouldn't be hanging around hooters
> drooling over girls young enough to be your granddaughters, and you'd have
> enough money to go visit your father's grave.
Come on, ya obsessed freak. Bring it!!! You can do better than that!!!
heh...
>
> Like so many of your online friends, you apparently believe if you type
> your
> fantastic lies into the magic window of usenet, they might someday come
> true.
>
> What the fuck is the matter with you?
What the fuck is the matter with you, dumbass? Why do you find it
necessary to whine and make up shit about another man's life? Keep
whining, Gary...