Time to spin the kooks up again. Melt, kooks, melt.
<snicker>
Dave A. Howard the Coward (aka cipher the substandard kook),
in <
news:77gpnn....@news.alt.net> did thusly jump head
first into the wood chipper again:
> On Sat, 18 Jan 2014 04:47:21 +0000,
> Friendly Neighborhood Vote Wrangler Emeritus
> Inscribed upon the Golden Tablets of Usenet thusly:
>> Time to spin the kooks up again. Melt, kooks, melt. <snicker>
>>
>> Dave A. Howard the Coward (aka cipher the substandard kook),
>> in <
news:778iqa....@news.alt.net> did thusly jump head
>> first into the wood chipper again:
>>
>> alt.fakeysucks
alt.fakeysucks. Poor stupid D(uhhh)ave. I'm getting to him.
<snicker>
>> Bwahaha! D(uhhh)ave's getting perturbed.
<crickets>
What's the matter, D(uhhh)ave? You just gonna ignore all the
evidence you provide that I'm getting to you? Sort of like
taking a punch, bleeding all over the place, and claiming it
doesn't hurt, innit?
<snicker>
>> <snicker>
>>> On Fri, 17 Jan 2014 16:39:47 +0000, [Tor]
>>> Friendly Neighborhood Vote Wrangler Emeritus
>>> Inscribed upon the Golden Tablets of Usenet thusly:
>>> Nothing<SPNAK!>
>> Why are you running from explaining just exactly how a Porta-Potty drove
>> you so batty you were committed to a mental institution, Dave?
<crickets>
Don't admit you've gone insane in the past over something as
innocuous as a portable toilet, D(uhhh)ave. That might look
bad for you.
<snicker>
>> You're mentally fragile, Dave... best you watch your step or I'll crack
>> your skull open, stir your brain to the consistency of pudding, and
>> snack on it. Again.
>>
>> <snicker>
> I keep waiting for you to make your big move, yet you never do. You keep
> talkin' the talk, you never walk the walk.
<cracks D(uhhh)ave's skull, picks up spoon>
Watch what you wish for, D(uhhh)ave.
<snicker>
> What a lamester you are...
Bwahahaha! After you hobbled into AUK flapping your
toothless gums about how you were here to kick ass and take
names, your pacemaker glitched, you loaded your adult
diaper, your glasses slipped off the end of your nose, you
stumbled over your walker, and you ended up a tangled mess
on the floor, croaking out your "You damn kids!" blather as
we young-uns laughed at the inept geriatric.
Then to bolster your 'rep', you started bragging about your
past, and promptly outed yourself, leading to even more
hilarity at your expense.
You then quietly slipped away, returning only occasionally
to shake your fist at us youngsters and tell us to get off'n
yer lawn.
I don't need to do anything, you're doing a great job of
tripping yourself up. You're a lamester like that.
Now about that Porta-Potty driving you so batty you were
committed to a mental institution, D(uhhh)ave. What about a
portable toilet irked you so much that you went completely
insane to the point you disconnected from reality,
D(uhhh)ave?
Face your past, D(uhhh)ave, it's the only way to overcome
it. Well, that and a heavy regimen of psychotropic drugs.
Which drugs are you on, D(uhhh)ave?