Hope floats
Rev. Karin Conover-Lewis
Five years they'd been with me, promising to keep my ever-growing collection
of keys safe from the murky depths should I, ever-fumble-fingered, consign
them to the fishes. Not that the floats could have helped much, considering
the sheer bulk of all that plated brass and the paltry bouyancy provided by
two torpedo-shaped, finger-length bits of low-density foam, but belief is a
powerful thing. That, alone, should have slowed their bubbly decent; long
enough, at least, for me to wave goodbye.
But those floats offered more than just prevention of drowning keys -- oh,
yes indeed! I wore them as a badge of honour -- as sure a sign of my
"Live-aboard" status as my Sebago Docksides, frizzy sunbleached hair and
epoxy-spattered t-shirts; items that I clung to long after moving ashore.
Maybe, in a corner of my mind, they were talismans -- imbued with the power
to draw me back to the sea again, someday, when conditions changed. To
another boat, another dream, another time, when no land-bound locks could
lay claim to my soul.
But, in the end, they were only a constant reminder of dreams dashed, of
hope adrift on an outgoing tide. Of heart leading head; of poorly-laid plans
executed with perfect ineptitude, and coffee nudging me in my sleep,
demanding to be smelt.
And so, they had to go. Into the trash with all the other memories, marking
the end of yet another chapter in my life. It's for the best -- really it
is. They took-up entirely too much room in my purse, and I was tired of
picking-up the stray bits of foam they shed every time I set them down. A
royal pain in the butt, pure and simple. I'm better off without them.
But the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that there's bound to
be a lesson in all of this. Yes, I really do think there is: Next time I
throw away my key-floats, the keys go too.
KLC Lewis
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joy
You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know
what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day
when you hit it again. Ernest Hemingway.
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Prince Richard Kaminski
Lets throw him into the North Sea and find out for sure.
Anopheles
Prince Richard Kaminski wrote:
>
> Lets throw him into the North Sea and find out for sure.
That's easy for you to say. I bet even the North Sea would reject you too.
How do you live with this universal rejection?
Anopheles
Glen Wall
Anopheles <hi...@jeack.com.au> wrote in message news:3838f987@tyson...
Having extracted huge enjoyment from watching you make a complete fool of
yourself in recent weeks, it comes as no surprise to me that the sight of a
genuinely witty one-liner should elicit such a peevish response from you. As
teenage kids have shown themselves more than able to run rings around you in
a battle of wits, I really don't think that it's your place to criticise
people who ARE capable of making amusing and intelligent contributions to
this newsgroup.
Being rejected by you is roughly equivalent to being simultaneously awarded
the Nobel Prize for Literature, the Pulitzer Prize, the New Yorker
Personality of the Year Award and the freedom of the City of New York.
Lucky Prince Richard.
Glen.
Anopheles
Glen Wall wrote:
>
> Anopheles <hi...@jeack.com.au> wrote in message news:3838f987@tyson...
> >
> > Prince Richard Kaminski wrote:
> > >
> > > Lets throw him into the North Sea and find out for sure.
> >
> >
> > That's easy for you to say. I bet even the North Sea would reject you
too.
> > How do you live with this universal rejection?
> >
> > Anopheles
>
> Having extracted huge enjoyment from watching you make a complete fool of
> yourself in recent weeks, it comes as no surprise to me that the sight of
a
> genuinely witty one-liner should elicit such a peevish response from you.
As
> teenage kids have shown themselves more than able to run rings around you
in
> a battle of wits, I really don't think that it's your place to criticise
> people who ARE capable of making amusing and intelligent contributions to
> this newsgroup.
Your ability to extract huge enjoyment from an illusion is in contrast to
your inability to contribute anything of substance to this group. I care
nothing of your opinion of me. Your opinion is pretty much worthless.
>
> Being rejected by you is roughly equivalent to being simultaneously
awarded
> the Nobel Prize for Literature, the Pulitzer Prize, the New Yorker
> Personality of the Year Award and the freedom of the City of New York.
Being rejected by you is directly equivalent to being normal, a state you
will be quite unfamiliar with. Keep up the masterbation. Your love affair
with yourself must stand as one of the truly great romances. We can only be
grateful that it will produce no offspring.
Anopheles
Glen Wall
Anopheles <hi...@rabbit.com.au> wrote in message
news:3839...@news.internex.net.au...
You couldn't possibly know whether or not I've contributed anything of
"substance" to this newsgroup unless you had read all my posts. Giving you
the benefit of the doubt and supposing this to be the the case, the fact
that you are willing to invest your time in reading posts which you do not
consider to possess substance (whatever that's supposed to mean), leads me
to conclude that you're even more stupid than your own posts would suggest.
As for your recent humiliation at the hands of a bunch of teenaged kids -
if, as you claim, it was an "illusion", then at the very least it must have
been what psychologists term a collective hallucination, as I'm sure I
wasn't the only one guffawing my head off at the daily trouncings these
spirited youths dished out to you. "Necromancer", I seem to recall, was
particularly adept at pricking your absurd pomposity and showing you up for
the inept oaf that you surely are. He got the better of you in every single
exchange and your miserable attempts to flame him afforded great hilarity
both to Necromancer himself and to everyone else who read them. Offhand, I
can't recall a more entertaining thread.
>I care
> nothing of your opinion of me. Your opinion is pretty much worthless.
Then why bother to respond? This is yet another example of your profound
stupidity.
> > Being rejected by you is roughly equivalent to being simultaneously
> awarded
> > the Nobel Prize for Literature, the Pulitzer Prize, the New Yorker
> > Personality of the Year Award and the freedom of the City of New York.
>
> Being rejected by you is directly equivalent to being normal, a state you
> will be quite unfamiliar with.
oooOOOooo !!!
>Keep up the masterbation.
I wish I could offer you the same advice Annie. Unfortunately, masturbation
sends you blind eventually, and your own vision has already deteriorated to
such an extent that you can't even spell masturbation correctly. My advice
to you is to buy a pair of boxing gloves and padlock them on your hands
every night before you get into bed. Of course, it may be too late though -
if the damage is organic I doubt whether much can be done to restore your
sight. Anyway, keep the receipt for the gloves just in case - if you go
completely blind you may be able to get a refund.
>Your love affair
> with yourself must stand as one of the truly great romances.
Quite so, and do you know what Annie - I've never once been tempted to be
unfaithful.
We can only be
> grateful that it will produce no offspring.
>
> Anopheles
Yeah - or by the time they reached kindergarten they'd all be all be ready
to flame your ass off.
Glen.
PS : The gloves might also come in useful when you feel tempted to make a
fool of yourself by posting to newsgroups. Just a thought Annie !
Anopheles
Glen Wall scoffed:
> You couldn't possibly know whether or not I've contributed anything of
> "substance" to this newsgroup unless you had read all my posts. Giving you
> the benefit of the doubt and supposing this to be the case, the fact
> that you are willing to invest your time in reading posts which you do not
> consider to possess substance (whatever that's supposed to mean), leads me
> to conclude that you're even more stupid than your own posts would
suggest.
Not this tired old argument again, Glen. Is it too much for you to come up
with something new? The logic of a six year old repeated endlessly with
every flame?
You're quite the most boring posturer on this group.You strut around,
symbolically
of course, as if you're this super flamer hero with the scalps
of such people as Alan Hope, Maughan, Rhiannon, Malcolm and Tracy, and now
it's my turn to succumb, is it, sweetie?
In your dreams, arsehole. You got the worst of the battle with Rhiannon,
most definitely with Hope and Maughan, Fishy destroyed you while Tracy
gives you a regular pasting. I suppose the reality is you're a fat and
balding
Walter Mitty type, stuck in front of the computer, your myopic eyes barely
inches from the screen,a lascivious grin on your face as you write your
pathetic
flames, angrily brushing your mother's hand away as she pats your balding
pate.
>
> As for your recent humiliation at the hands of a bunch of teenaged kids -
> if, as you claim, it was an "illusion", then at the very least it must
have
> been what psychologists term a collective hallucination, as I'm sure I
> wasn't the only one guffawing my head off at the daily trouncings these
> spirited youths dished out to you. "Necromancer", I seem to recall, was
> particularly adept at pricking your absurd pomposity and showing you up
for
> the inept oaf that you surely are. He got the better of you in every
single
> exchange and your miserable attempts to flame him afforded great hilarity
> both to Necromancer himself and to everyone else who read them. Offhand, I
> can't recall a more entertaining thread.
Sure, your guffawing! That's a good word for your type of laughter.
Snivelling is another you might use.
As for Necromancer, applying your logic, I should have kept on with that
mindless juvenile thread in direct contravention to your above advice. You
didn't advance your logic
here either did you.
The one thing that keeps you afloat is your collosal blind ego which surely
is in compensation
for your lack of anything substantial in the Priapus department.
> >
> > > Being rejected by you is roughly equivalent to being simultaneously
> > awarded
> > > the Nobel Prize for Literature, the Pulitzer Prize, the New Yorker
> > > Personality of the Year Award and the freedom of the City of New York.
> >
> > Being rejected by you is directly equivalent to being normal, a state
you
> > will be quite unfamiliar with.
I agree. Being rejected by me is normal for you. Just the same as you have
been rejected
by just about everyone else. This is your only life, isn't it. Flaming
others on a newsgroup?
What a pathetic fuck. I have been on this newsgroup for well over a year and
met many wonderful
people. You are not one of them.
Occasionally someone brings something in on their shoe. Just lately it has
been you and the Doors creatures.
If, as you say, they are all laughing at me, good luck to them. Who gives a
fuck? Laughter stops after a while.Your stupidity pasts much longer.
In case you can't decipher the above message:
Fuck off!
Anopheles
Prince Richard Kaminski
Anopheles wrote: (to Glen)
> In your dreams, arsehole. You got the worst of the battle with Rhiannon,
> most definitely with Hope and Maughan, Fishy destroyed you while Tracy
> gives you a regular pasting.
Hahahahahaha!!! I loved this one, really, I did!!!
Honestly, A, I never appreciated your immense talent as a humour writer until
now! Tremendous!
Anopheles
Well, being slow is not a crime, Richard. The trouble is, you're blinkered
as well and that is.
Anopheles
TrinityApp
-- as if you're this super flamer hero with the scalps
> of such people as Alan Hope, Maughan, Rhiannon, Malcolm and Tracy, and now
> it's my turn to succumb, is it, sweetie?
Scalps? Maybe tufts of hair he picked up off of the barber shop floor!
Maughan is busy offline, and will return and eviscerate Glen's asshole in
such a way when he swallows he'll immediately shit.
You got the worst of the battle with Rhiannon,
> most definitely with Hope and Maughan, Fishy destroyed you while Tracy
> gives you a regular pasting.
Pasting? That would be super gluing and then applying the thinner to unstick
him from his keyboard. Truly, he was fun to torment, certainly more
entertaining than Reinhold, who is so verbally limited, but not that great a
challenge. Now he has no one to play with so you're it for the time being.
As soon as I get my barn finished I'll be back to rediaper him. For now we
leave him in your capable hands, rend him as you will.
Tracy Meisenbach
Glen Wall
Traci <trini...@lynchburg.net> wrote in message
news:NOB%3.3647$Eh5.1...@monger.newsread.com...
> Anopheles wrote:
>
> -- as if you're this super flamer hero with the scalps
> > of such people as Alan Hope, Maughan, Rhiannon, Malcolm and Tracy, and
now
> > it's my turn to succumb, is it, sweetie?
>
> Scalps? Maybe tufts of hair he picked up off of the barber shop floor!
> Maughan is busy offline,
That's right Sharon, he's in therapy for his post-traumatic stress disorder.
He still wakes up yelling and sweating every morning, terrified that another
of the Master's flames is waiting to greet him as soon as he switches on his
computer. Also, of course, he's busy planting next season's corn on the cob.
>and will return and eviscerate Glen's asshole in
> such a way when he swallows he'll immediately shit.
What an enchanting turn of phrase Sharon. So very ladylike.
> You got the worst of the battle with Rhiannon,
> > most definitely with Hope and Maughan, Fishy destroyed you while Traci
> > gives you a regular pasting.
>
> Pasting? That would be super gluing and then applying the thinner to
unstick
> him from his keyboard. Truly, he was fun to torment,
Ah, so beautiful, and yet so cruel!
>certainly more
> entertaining than Reinhold, who is so verbally limited,
You chat often?
> but not that great a
> challenge. Now he has no one to play with so you're it for the time being.
> As soon as I get my barn finished I'll be back to rediaper him.
I can hardly wait.
>For now we
> leave him in your capable hands, rend him as you will.
> Traci Meisenbach
Alas, poor Sharon, Annie has already thrown in the towel. He may not be the
sharpest crayon in the box (to borrow Popeye's immortal phrase), but at
least he has the sense to know when he's been beaten, pissed on and hung out
to dry. Would that the same could be said of you!
Glen.
TrinityApp
--
> That's right Sharon, he's in therapy for his post-traumatic stress
disorder.
> He still wakes up yelling and sweating every morning, terrified that
another
> of the Master's flames is waiting to greet him as soon as he switches on
his
> computer. Also, of course, he's busy planting next season's corn on the
cob.
>
Ahh, the raging fantasies of the cerebrally inept.
Robert is busy and I must say, quite the charming correspondent.
> What an enchanting turn of phrase Sharon. So very ladylike
Well as an ex-beauty queen being congenial and well spoken is a habit.
> Ah, so beautiful, and yet so cruel!
Enough flattery, your keyboard grows stickier by the second.
> >certainly more
> > entertaining than Reinhold, who is so verbally limited,
> You chat often?
Can't recall that I have ever chatted with Reinhold. I doubt he could carry
a decent conversation once he used up the seven words that reside in his
vocabulary.
> I can hardly wait.
But you must wait. I'm extremely busy right now and haven't the time to
treat you as you deserve. Please don't flog yourself in anticipation too
much.
> Alas, poor Sharon, Annie has already thrown in the towel. He may not be
the
> sharpest crayon in the box (to borrow Popeye's immortal phrase), but at
> least he has the sense to know when he's been beaten, pissed on and hung
out
> to dry. Would that the same could be said of you!
Glenki,
You poor thing. No one cedes to you, they merely go off in search of someone
more stimulating to talk to. Please try to liven up a bit, you're slipping.
Who is Popeye?
I can't admit defeat simply because I have never been defeated. Sorry but
it's true. I remain a shining net goddess, a beacon of beauty and wit and
you'll just have to deal with it.
Tracy Meisenbach
Anopheles
TrinityApp wrote:
> Anopheles wrote:
>
> -- as if you're this super flamer hero with the scalps
> > of such people as Alan Hope, Maughan, Rhiannon, Malcolm and Tracy, and
now
> > it's my turn to succumb, is it, sweetie?
>
> Scalps? Maybe tufts of hair he picked up off of the barber shop floor!
> such a way when he swallows he'll immediately shit.
>
>
> > gives you a regular pasting.
>
> Pasting? That would be super gluing and then applying the thinner to
unstick
> entertaining than Reinhold, who is so verbally limited, but not that great
a
> challenge. Now he has no one to play with so you're it for the time being.
> leave him in your capable hands, rend him as you will.
So you're painting too? My job is hardly a barn, more a bungalow, out by the
trees where the kangaroo and wallaby come softly down at dusk and the
parrots and cockatoos add their colour to the twilight. Here it is spring
and the flowers are in abundance and the tomatoes are ripening. Life is
good.
Anopheles
Glen Wall boasted:
>
> Alas, poor Sharon, Annie has already thrown in the towel. He may not be
the
> sharpest crayon in the box (to borrow Popeye's immortal phrase), but at
> least he has the sense to know when he's been beaten, pissed on and hung
out
> to dry. Would that the same could be said of you!
Me throw in the towel? Can you hear me guffawing, Glennie? In your dreams,
my eogmanical friend. Why would you think that? Because I said "Go and fuck
yourself?" Glen that was professional advice, not an insult. It's the only
way you're going to get laid and getting laid may save you. (But I doubt it)
To borrow a phrase from that master of prose, Maughan, who you can only gaze
up at enviously from the gutter, "You're a literal cunt aren't you?" Sorry
to dash your hopes but I'm not going to be the only one you beat. Now that
would be humilation.
Your problem is that you think of yourself as human when you have so few
human qualities. Let me give you an example. You try one of your pathetic
jibes saying, "He may not be the sharpest crayon in the box." (Duh! Sharpest
crayon?) I am quite happy to agree that there are many better people that me
in this group; better intellectually, better writers, better people. That's
part of being human, recognising your limitations. Now, I recognise,that if
you had that ability,it would destroy you but, from a genetic pool point of
view, would that be so bad?
I almost felt I was wrong about you with your posts on censorship in poetry
and the inclusion of a Tom Lehrer poem. No, back came the didactic Wall
again, picking shit at people, making grammar and spelling lames to show off
his superiority.If there is one thing that seems to bug this group
collectively it is spelling and grammar lames. What a pity this seems your
only trick.
Oh, I forgot about the "humour", like this one, for example, "Yeah - but can
you cook?". So brilliant and clever. You must have been glowing after
sending that one off. Let me point out something that has been painfully
obvious to this whole group for some time. Brace yourself. Glennie. You
don't have a sense of humour. Evidence? Here it is:
"It comes as no surprise to me that the sight of a genuinely witty one-liner
should elicit such a peevish response from you."
I remind you that you said this about a PRK post. PRK's posts are notorious
but not for their humour, Glennie. You have just displayed another facet of
your complete lack of talent. Of course, you didn't really mean that about
PRK's post. How could you? It was just an excuse to attack me, and how you
must have been salivating.
After all, this is not really your fault is it? The whole history of the
Walls bears you down. Look at your forbears.
There was old Hadrian Wall, back in the time when Britons where true
Britons. Poor old Wall, the first Wall the Inept, he tried to keep those
Picts out but they must have been guffawing as they leapt over him, going
backwards and forwards with such ease.
Then there was Great Wall. What famous ancestors you have, Glennie. Poor old
Great, he ran on and on, forever and ever, and accomplished nothing, right?
Those naughty old Mongols just jumped over poor old Great, guffawing as they
jumped.
In this century there was Berlin Wall. He tried desperately to separate
people. You know how much he was despised, Glennie? Why the people just
guffawed as they climbed over him.
Which leads down to you. Not that you are as famous as they, mind you, quite
the opposite even though people are climbing over you daily. But you have
inherited their characteristics, Glennie. You go on and on, without success,
your ineptness is legendary and you try to separate people to win an
illusionary victory.
Look at what you did with Malcolm. He put up a nice piece of writing, which
you proceeded to mock. Now, at first glance, even I took it as funny but
that was not your intent, was it? You were mocking him out of malice,
perhaps one of your rare talents. When Malcolm came back with a gracious
acceptance, you were stunned. That's not how to behave, you thought.
Strangely, Glennie, adults do behave that way.
I guess you're a frustrated middle school teacher, aren't you. Forever
frustrated because you dreamed of a life in academia, of being an associate
prof in an English department, lording it over the riffraff with your
superior knowledge of literature? Instead, you waste your days in anguish,
trying to teach English to teenagers who have no interest. Barbarians, you
say? At least, that's the reason you give for their lack of interest, not
your lack of empathy.
That's why you were so annoyed that I didn't pursue those teenagers, isn't
it? You were thinking, "Oh no, please don't let them get away." You must
have been salivating at the thought of getting even with them for all they
(collectively) have done to you. Of course, all this mock and derision is
what you call a sense of humour. Bad news, Glennie, remember, you don't have
a sense of humour.
So what is your "thing"? Look at how you responded to Howard Carson. You
jumped on him, in true Wall style, telling him he didn't know hubris from
dry dog shit. He came back and stunned you with his decent reply. You're big
on hubris, aren't you, Glennie? Not so big on dignitas though. I can just
picture you back in the age of empire (Roman that is). I guess your name
would be Glennus Wallius Irrumator in Rome. Much better isn't it? Much more
descriptive. Much more you?
Still, with nice Howard behaving like a civilised person, you had no where
to go, did you. Exposed as you were to the group guffawing? So you
apologised but, what an apology. A half-arsed apology, if I ever saw one.
Tehn, you admitted to posting in anger. That's it, isn't it? All that pent
up anger over children, women and mothers, spewing out into our newsgroup
daily?
I suppose the reality I imagined of you, that you're a fat and balding
Walter Mitty type, stuck in front of the computer, myopic eyes barely inches
from the screen,a lascivious grin on your face as you write your pathetic
flames, angrily brushing your mother's hand away as she pats your balding
pate, is pretty true? Hunched over the screen, globules of sweat hanging
from those thick spectacles, humming the theme from Jaws as you circle
another victim. Mummy coming in, with another helping of those hated anchovy
and goat cheese sandwiches, interrupting your train of thought as you
attempt to get another scalp, is also pretty spot on.
"Glennie, why you spend so much time in front of TV?" she cajoles.
"Shhh! It's a computer, Mummy," you hiss, holding back your anger.
"Shudup, dun argue, it TV. Eat your anchovy and goat cheese sandwiches."
"Mumsie, you know I hate anchovy and goat cheese sandwiches."
"Shudup! If good'nuf for Poppa back in Romania, good'nuf for you, Glennie."
Yes, your anger is palpable but the humour is elusive. Perhaps all this
anger can be traced back to your childhood. You hate women because Mummy
caught you touching that dirty thing way back when you were young (was it
twenty five?) and you haven't been game to touch it again, in all these
years. So, you take your spite out on women like Tracy and Rhiannon, mocking
them by calling them names like Auntie Rhiannon. Did you think we were
fooled, Glennie. Even a crash course, with "Teach Yourself Psychology",
would expose your inhibitions. You couldn't even see that those two fine
ladies were beating the socks off you, could you? AND, Glennie, IF you had
been raised correctly, you would have know not to attack women in the
cowardly way that you did.
That's not the end of it, is it? You hate men as well. I mean "real" men. I
wonder why? Could it be for the same reason? We can touch without guilt and
you can't?
So you flame to manage life, to have a life. The most pathetic thing of all
is that you think the fine pople in this group like you, respect you... even
idolise you. Can you hear that roar, Glennie? That is collective guffawing
for you.
See, you can make people laugh.
Anopheles
Glen Wall
Anopheles <hi...@jeack.com.au> wrote in message news:383fe60a@tyson...
YO ! Go for it Annie !
I see that I must have touched a nerve, showing you up in front of the
lovely Traci. Well, it's good to see that you're not completely lacking in
pride and self-respect. After the pasting you've taken recently, it must
have taken considerable courage to come back for more (even though it was
poured out of a bottle, as can be plainly seen from the incoherent nature of
your ramblings and the fact that every other word is misspelled).
Quite what to make of your extraordinary speculations is something of a
puzzle.
Because I needed a certain poem at two in the morning you assume that I'm a
schoolteacher. In fact, I needed the poem to settle a wager concerning some
of its lines (and I know that you'll be delighted to hear that I won the
bet!).
Your next deduction is even more inexplicable (or rather, would be
inexplicable if we did not know that it had been arrived at it when you were
drunk). As the drink lowers your guard, your natural racist sentiments begin
to emerge and you imagine that I'm a Romanian immigrant, as though this, of
itself, was a shameful and contemptible thing to be. You invent a Romanian
mother for me, mockingly reproduce her accent, and make fun of the goat's
cheese and anchovy sandwiches that you imagine form the staple diet of
Romanians (they sound delicious to me, so long as the bread is ciabatta).
We are then subjected to an excruciatingly embarrassing attempt at satire,
in which you attempt various inept puns on the name Wall (being too drunk,
stupid, or possibly both, to realise that it is not even my real name), and
present a resume of the wall in history which obviously cost you a good deal
of effort and surfing of children's educational websites to assemble. And
for what? Do you really imagine that one single member of this newsgroup is
so terminally bored that they have nothing better to do than read such
lamentable drivel? Please Annie. Satire is most definitely not your forte.
Take the advice I gave you yesterday and save your "contributions" for the
scatological humour of the "Outhouse Poetry" thread, where they will no
doubt be gratefully received.
You then proceed, once again, to display a gratifyingly encyclopaedic
knowledge of posts sent and forgotten long ago to people whose names I can't
even remember (do you print out hard copies and stick them all in a
scrapbook), make several hilarious speculations concerning my sexual history
(plainly, Sharon is not the only one to have purchased "The Idiots Guide to
Freud !") and finish off by contrasting my masculinity unfavourably with
that of "real men" like yourself (the one part of your post that
effortlessly achieves high-comedy, albeit unintentionally).
As I say, it's difficult to know quite what to make of this bizarre farrago
of nonsensical fantasy. Most guys want to fight or get laid when they're
drunk - I've never heard of anyone wanting to churn out this sort of stuff.
I doubt whether there's even a medical name for the condition.
All the same, I don't really think that you're such a bad fellow deep down,
and I do find it upsetting to see you making a fool of yourself in this
manner. No-one really minds that you have nothing interesting or amusing to
say - this is a very tolerant group on the whole. However, although 9
kilobytes is not an unreasonable length for a post from a writer like myself
with something worth saying (and I was much gratified to see that even you
admitted this much - the praise of one's enemies is always to be valued for
its sincerity), it is far too long for a drunken, incoherent monologue that
would not be out of place in an exhibition of surrealist writing.
So come on Annie - cap on the whisky bottle and on with the boxing gloves
before you get into bed.
Don't let me have to tell you again !
Glen.
Prince Richard Kaminski
Anopheles wrote:
> So you're painting too? My job is hardly a barn, more a bungalow, out by the
> trees where the kangaroo and wallaby come softly down at dusk and the
> parrots and cockatoos add their colour to the twilight. Here it is spring
> and the flowers are in abundance and the tomatoes are ripening. Life is
> good.
WTF?? Even his lame arse attempted flames are more entertaining to read than
this hogwash.
Kyle
what manner of pleasure craft shall we be subjected to next?
Kyle
Anopheles
Dear Sir,
Are you referring to my clipper shipper or the Wall sabot?
Anopheles
Anopheles
Prince Richard Kaminski mumbled:
That puts me one up on you, I believe. But then you knew that, didn't you?
And doesn't it bug you?
Anopheles
Anopheles
Glen Wall guffawed in a pathetic reply:
So, it's Annie is it now, Glennius? What next? Stinkypoo? Damn. Now I gave
you better material than you already had.
>
> I see that I must have touched a nerve, showing you up in front of the
> lovely Traci.
How would you recognise "showing up"? You've been hanging on the wall in
this newsgroup as the local clown for so long that your teeth ache from
being hit so often. And your collosal ego still won't let you see it.
Well, it's good to see that you're not completely lacking in
> pride and self-respect.
Unlike you, you mean?
> After the pasting you've taken recently, it must
> have taken considerable courage to come back for more (even though it was
> poured out of a bottle, as can be plainly seen from the incoherent nature
of
> your ramblings and the fact that every other word is misspelled).
Thank you. Those carefully placed mistakes at the beginning of my post were
bait. My colleagues were convinced that you wouldn't rise to the bait. I
was. They said, "No fool would take that bait after being so humilated over
their spelling and grammar lames.They were thinking of "normal" people. You
rose from the water beautifully, like an old trout who has been caught a
dozen times before by the same fly fisherman in the same spot. Clearly, IQ
to you is just ICQ inland.
> Quite what to make of your extraordinary speculations is something of a
> puzzle.
>
> Because I needed a certain poem at two in the morning you assume that I'm
a
> schoolteacher. In fact, I needed the poem to settle a wager concerning
some
> of its lines (and I know that you'll be delighted to hear that I won the
> bet!).
OK! I'll come clean. I am currently attending the 15th Psychology Conference
in Melbourne.There was a poster on "Personality Analysis and Persona" and a
group of us got to discussing this guy's ideas. I put up your posts as an
example and, from the persona that reeks from your posts, these guys and I
reconstructed you. You have all the attributes of someone frustrated as hell
at being blocked by "someone" in your ambitions, ambitions that are clearly
beyond you. The consenus was, because of your didactic nature and venom and
spite, that you were most probably a middle level school teacher teaching
English. I note that you did not deny it, a fact that can hardly be lost on
this group.
> Your next deduction is even more inexplicable (or rather, would be
> inexplicable if we did not know that it had been arrived at it when you
were
> drunk). As the drink lowers your guard, your natural racist sentiments
begin
> to emerge and you imagine that I'm a Romanian immigrant, as though this,
of
> itself, was a shameful and contemptible thing to be. You invent a Romanian
> mother for me, mockingly reproduce her accent, and make fun of the goat's
> cheese and anchovy sandwiches that you imagine form the staple diet of
> Romanians (they sound delicious to me, so long as the bread is ciabatta).
Yes, I was a little drunk at the time, frankly it is the only way I can bear
thinking about you for long enough to deal with you. My colleagues were
sober however when the came to the conclusion that being a frustrated school
teacher was not enough to explain all the venom and pent-up anger. They
figured you were southern European with a dominating mother; a male that had
not yet reach maturity because of this maternal dominance.I agree the
anchovy and goat's cheese sandwiches were a guess. Thank you for confirming
it. I believe we are right on the button so far. Maybe enough to approach
this guy who posted the paper at the conference. May I give him your e-mail
address? Do you mind being written up in an eminent journal?
>
> We are then subjected to an excruciatingly embarrassing attempt at satire,
And how would you recognise satire, Glennie? One needs a sense of humour for
that. You have much sense of humour as Genghis Khan with toothache. Almost
as little as your favourite humour writer, PRK.
> in which you attempt various inept puns on the name Wall (being too drunk,
> stupid, or possibly both, to realise that it is not even my real name),
Not your real name? Really? Next you'll be telling me my real name isn't
Anopheles.You dumb fuck, of course your real name isn't Wall. It's
Cerceuczeuq or something similar. First name is probably Sisiphus?
> and present a resume of the wall in history which obviously cost you a
good deal
> of effort and surfing of children's educational websites to assemble.
Sorry Glennie, I don't have the same trouble writing as you seem to do. It
all comes out quickly and perfectly.
> And for what? Do you really imagine that one single member of this
newsgroup is
> so terminally bored that they have nothing better to do than read such
> lamentable drivel?
Well, from the number of emails I got thanking me for the drubbing I gave
you, I guess so. Mind you, there wasn't one from Patti Butts but I wasn't
expecting one from her. Patti must be salivating at the thought of sinking
her teeth into a soft target like you, Glennie. I know you're getting a
hiding from me but sweet lil'Patti is like a thousand starving Pirana. She
even sharpens her teeth.
> Please Annie. Satire is most definitely not your forte.
What dazzling repartee. You must practice. Practice more. Lots more.
> Take the advice I gave you yesterday and save your "contributions" for the
> scatological humour of the "Outhouse Poetry" thread, where they will no
> doubt be gratefully received.
Your advice is worth exactly what anyone else would pay for it. Zero. Sorry,
Glennie, aren't you humiliated enough? This is getting embarrasing. I was
told you were good. It must have been someone else they were thinking about?
Maybe another Wall? Oh, I forgot. Your not a real wall, more a gutter?
>
> You then proceed, once again, to display a gratifyingly encyclopaedic
> knowledge of posts sent and forgotten long ago to people whose names I
can't
> even remember.
Sorry, Glennis, that type of embarrassing posting does stick in my mind. And
most were only a day old. You should see about that bad retention. Or, why
not look at your walls (no pun intended) where you hang every post and every
reply.There's a lot of them there, aren't they Power Ranger? My, so many
more today alone. All telling you what you don't want to hear.
>
> As I say, it's difficult to know quite what to make of this bizarre
farrago
> of nonsensical fantasy.
But its not fantasy,is it, Glennie? Not once have you actually denied it,
have you? What a pathetic life. You poor fuck, I am almost feeling sorry
for you. Almost!
> Most guys want to fight or get laid when they're
> drunk - I've never heard of anyone wanting to churn out this sort of
stuff.
> I doubt whether there's even a medical name for the condition.
How would you know what "most guys" would want to do? It's not as if you
would ever go out with any of them. It's not as if anyone would want to go
out with you. Oh, you got that from the TV I guess.
>
> All the same, I don't really think that you're such a bad fellow deep
down,
Naturally. Because it's true, Glennie. I'm always nice except with poor
fucks like you.
> and I do find it upsetting to see you making a fool of yourself in this
> manner. No-one really minds that you have nothing interesting or amusing
to
> say - this is a very tolerant group on the whole.
Tolerant? Brouha ha ha ha ha. You haven't heard, have you? Wait till you
hear what they are saying about you.
>However, although 9 kilobytes is not an unreasonable length for a post from
a writer like myself
> with something worth saying (and I was much gratified to see that even you
> admitted this much - the praise of one's enemies is always to be valued
for
> its sincerity), it is far too long for a drunken, incoherent monologue
that
> would not be out of place in an exhibition of surrealist writing.
With your boring type of writing 9 kilobytes would equal 9 kilograms. It
certainly weighs me down.
>
> So come on Annie - cap on the whisky bottle and on with the boxing gloves
> before you get into bed.
You find this beneficial do you? I bet the gloves were Mumsie's idea.
>
> Don't let me have to tell you again !
Tell me what?
>
> Glen.
Anopheles
Glen Wall
hungover Annie ripped open a tube of Fosters, miserably donned his
urine-soiled "Neighbours" bermuda shorts, and staggered to his keyboard to
howl in pathetic desperation :
> So, it's Annie is it now, Glennius? What next? Stinkypoo? Damn. Now I gave
> you better material than you already had.
Now I'm seriously concerned for you. I think that your penchant for
excessive self-abuse may be affecting more than just your eyesight. I've
been calling you Annie for more than a week you dozy twat.
> > I see that I must have touched a nerve, showing you up in front of the
> > lovely Traci.
>
> How would you recognise "showing up"? You've been hanging on the wall in
> this newsgroup as the local clown for so long that your teeth ache from
> being hit so often. And your collosal ego still won't let you see it.
Now, steady on Annie. You can overdo the proverbial "hair of the dog!".
> Well, it's good to see that you're not completely lacking in
> > pride and self-respect.
>
> Unlike you, you mean?
>
> > After the pasting you've taken recently, it must
> > have taken considerable courage to come back for more (even though it
was
> > poured out of a bottle, as can be plainly seen from the incoherent
nature
> of
> > your ramblings and the fact that every other word is misspelled).
>
> Thank you. Those carefully placed mistakes at the beginning of my post
were
> bait.
This has to be your best joke yet! "Yesh officher, I ran a red light - but I
wush jusht teshting to shee if you were alert!".
>My colleagues were convinced that you wouldn't rise to the bait.
Sheep-shearers are not always the best predicters of human behaviour.
I
> was. They said, "No fool would take that bait after being so humilated
over
> their spelling and grammar lames.They were thinking of "normal" people.
You
> rose from the water beautifully, like an old trout who has been caught a
> dozen times before by the same fly fisherman in the same spot.
This is undoubtedly the funniest, most effective image you've come up with
so far. I would have been quite happy to use it myself. You must be learning
something from our encounters!
>Clearly, IQ
> to you is just ICQ inland.
And to you IQ is something to be remembered by reference to your age.
Now I've warned you once already to go easy on that "hair of the dog" Annie!
It's one thing to fantasise about other people - self-delusion is altogether
more serious. The idea that any professional body would admit a drunken
loser like you into their ranks is so utterly preposterous that I'm amazed
that even an compulsive fantasiser like yourself could entertain it for a
moment, never mind expecting that anyone else should believe it.
So far as being a school teacher is concerned - as an avid student of my
posts you will be perfectly aware that, unlike yourself, I am a successful
professional writer and have not at any time been employed as a teacher.
However, bearing in mind George Bernard Shaw's maxim that "Those who can,
do, those who can't, teach", teaching might be just the career for you
Annie - if you can stay off the bottle for long enough to get through an
interview.
> > Your next deduction is even more inexplicable (or rather, would be
> > inexplicable if we did not know that it had been arrived at it when you
> were
> > drunk). As the drink lowers your guard, your natural racist sentiments
> begin
> > to emerge and you imagine that I'm a Romanian immigrant, as though this,
> of
> > itself, was a shameful and contemptible thing to be. You invent a
Romanian
> > mother for me, mockingly reproduce her accent, and make fun of the
goat's
> > cheese and anchovy sandwiches that you imagine form the staple diet of
> > Romanians (they sound delicious to me, so long as the bread is
ciabatta).
>
> Yes, I was a little drunk at the time, frankly it is the only way I can
bear
> thinking about you for long enough to deal with you. My colleagues were
> sober however when the came to the conclusion that being a frustrated
school
> teacher was not enough to explain all the venom and pent-up anger. They
> figured you were southern European with a dominating mother; a male that
had
> not yet reach maturity because of this maternal dominance.
I'm afraid you'll have to do a whole lot better than that if you hope to
exorcise the ugly spectre of your drunken racism from the collective mind of
this newsgroup. The fact is that your natural caution was replaced by
drunken hubris and you made deeply offensive and sneering remarks about
"Romanian immigrants". You are quite at liberty to say whatever you like
about me, but I'm frankly disgusted that you should heap your scorn and
racist abuse on a Third World country and its people. It would appear that I
was mistaken about you and that far from being "a decent fellow deep down",
it seems that the more deeply one delves into your murky psyche, the more
tribal and atavistic the contents become. How you must have cursed your
drunken indiscretion the following morning, when you read your ugly
sentiments in the cold light of day. You showed a side of yourself that it
would have been wiser to keep well concealed. But the damage is done now,
and every one has glimpsed the the true nature of the sad, angry old
alcoholic who chooses to name himself after a malarial mosquito. In vino
veritas.
I agree the
> anchovy and goat's cheese sandwiches were a guess. Thank you for
confirming
> it. I believe we are right on the button so far. Maybe enough to approach
> this guy who posted the paper at the conference. May I give him your
e-mail
> address? Do you mind being written up in an eminent journal?
Sad, Annie, sad.
> > We are then subjected to an excruciatingly embarrassing attempt at
satire,
>
> And how would you recognise satire, Glennie? One needs a sense of humour
for
> that. You have much sense of humour as Genghis Khan with toothache.
I'll leave it to those who read these posts to judge which of us wants
humour.
Almost
> as little as your favourite humour writer, PRK.
>
> > in which you attempt various inept puns on the name Wall (being too
drunk,
> > stupid, or possibly both, to realise that it is not even my real name),
>
> Not your real name? Really? Next you'll be telling me my real name isn't
> Anopheles.You dumb fuck, of course your real name isn't Wall. It's
> Cerceuczeuq or something similar. First name is probably Sisiphus?
Now you're definitely overdoing the "hair of the dog". I can scarcely
believe that you've failed to learn the lessons of your last embarrassing
attempt at satire. If you insist on essaying literary forms that are as high
above your level of literary competence as the Moon is above the Earth, then
you're bound to end up looking foolish.
Just pause for a moment Annie, and try to remember how you felt on Saturday
morning when you staggered out of your lair with a crippling hangover and
switched on your computer to assess the damage. With a sinking heart you
read through your abysmal post to me and saw, to your unimaginable horror,
that the damage was even worse that you had thought. Not only had you freely
indulged your taste for racist humour of the lowest kind - you had also made
a complete fool of yourself by attempting a satirical flourish in a style
ineptly imitated from my own posts! Lacking the wit, imagination and
intelligence that is required for such bravura performances, you fell flat
on your face before the end of the first sentence. After that, the reader
suffered alongside you and grimaced with embarrassment throughout several
torturous paragraphs to see a grown man making such an utter fool of himself
in public. No Annie - outhouse poetry is about your mark.
> > and present a resume of the wall in history which obviously cost you a
> good deal
> > of effort and surfing of children's educational websites to assemble.
>
> Sorry Glennie, I don't have the same trouble writing as you seem to do. It
> all comes out quickly and perfectly.
Yes, as quickly and perfectly as your drunken vomit on Saturday morning.
> > And for what? Do you really imagine that one single member of this
> newsgroup is
> > so terminally bored that they have nothing better to do than read such
> > lamentable drivel?
>
> Well, from the number of emails I got thanking me for the drubbing I gave
> you, I guess so.
Dreaming again Annie? It's true that there's no shortage of snivelling curs
who are still licking their wounds from my more recent flames, but I
wouldn't credit even the most stupid among them with being sufficiently dim
and self-deluded to sense a potential champion in the likes of you!
Mind you, there wasn't one from Patti Butts but I wasn't
> expecting one from her. Patti must be salivating at the thought of sinking
> her teeth into a soft target like you, Glennie. I know you're getting a
> hiding from me but sweet lil'Patti is like a thousand starving Pirana. She
> even sharpens her teeth.
I'm delighted for you Annie! Now that you've learned the pitfalls of
acquring courage from a bottle before you dare to reply to my posts, you'll
be able to throw in the towel completely once again and hide behind a
woman's skirt like the miserable coward that you are.
> > Please Annie. Satire is most definitely not your forte.
>
> What dazzling repartee. You must practice. Practice more. Lots more.
Poor Annie. This is helpful advice, not satire.
> > Take the advice I gave you yesterday and save your "contributions" for
the
> > scatological humour of the "Outhouse Poetry" thread, where they will no
> > doubt be gratefully received.
>
> Your advice is worth exactly what anyone else would pay for it. Zero.
Sorry,
> Glennie, aren't you humiliated enough? This is getting embarrasing. I was
> told you were good.
You should have listened Annie. How much grief and humiliation you might
have spared yourself !
> It must have been someone else they were thinking about?
> Maybe another Wall? Oh, I forgot. Your not a real wall, more a gutter?
My dear Oscar!
> > You then proceed, once again, to display a gratifyingly encyclopaedic
> > knowledge of posts sent and forgotten long ago to people whose names I
> can't
> > even remember.
>
> Sorry, Glennis, that type of embarrassing posting does stick in my mind.
And
> most were only a day old. You should see about that bad retention. Or, why
> not look at your walls (no pun intended) where you hang every post and
every
> reply.There's a lot of them there, aren't they Power Ranger?
Careful Annie - you're betraying your sorces of cultural nourishment.
My, so many
> more today alone. All telling you what you don't want to hear.
> > As I say, it's difficult to know quite what to make of this bizarre
> farrago
> > of nonsensical fantasy.
>
> But its not fantasy,is it, Glennie? Not once have you actually denied it,
> have you? What a pathetic life. You poor fuck, I am almost feeling sorry
> for you. Almost!
Save your sorrow for yourself Annie - you'll need it by the time I've
finished with you!
> > Most guys want to fight or get laid when they're
> > drunk - I've never heard of anyone wanting to churn out this sort of
> stuff.
> > I doubt whether there's even a medical name for the condition.
>
> How would you know what "most guys" would want to do? It's not as if you
> would ever go out with any of them. It's not as if anyone would want to go
> out with you. Oh, you got that from the TV I guess.
Poor Annie - and you do try so very hard!
> > All the same, I don't really think that you're such a bad fellow deep
> down,
>
> Naturally. Because it's true, Glennie. I'm always nice except with poor
> fucks like you.
And poor inhabitants of Third World countries whose culture, accent and diet
furnish material for your ugly racist sneers of contempt. How overjoyed you
must have been when that fascist political party got so many candidates
elected in Australia last year.
> > and I do find it upsetting to see you making a fool of yourself in this
> > manner. No-one really minds that you have nothing interesting or amusing
> to
> > say - this is a very tolerant group on the whole.
>
> Tolerant? Brouha ha ha ha ha. You haven't heard, have you? Wait till you
> hear what they are saying about you.
I don't have to wait Annie. Unlike you, I get real fan-mail - from lurkers
as well as regulars - much of it complaining about your unworthiness as an
adversary,
> >However, although 9 kilobytes is not an unreasonable length for a post
from
> a writer like myself
> > with something worth saying (and I was much gratified to see that even
you
> > admitted this much - the praise of one's enemies is always to be valued
> for
> > its sincerity), it is far too long for a drunken, incoherent monologue
> that
> > would not be out of place in an exhibition of surrealist writing.
>
> With your boring type of writing 9 kilobytes would equal 9 kilograms. It
> certainly weighs me down.
>
> >
> > So come on Annie - cap on the whisky bottle and on with the boxing
gloves
> > before you get into bed.
>
> You find this beneficial do you? I bet the gloves were Mumsie's idea.
Kindergarten stuff Annie.
> > Don't let me have to tell you again !
>
> Tell me what?
All the things that only best friends can say without causing offence.
Mind how you go,
> > Glen.
>
> Anopheles
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
Prince Richard Kaminski
Glen Wall wrote:
> But the damage is done now,
> and every one has glimpsed the the true nature of the sad, angry old
> alcoholic who chooses to name himself after a malarial mosquito. In vino
> veritas.
This is tremendous stuff. I can't possibly imagine what Anal Piles is trying to
achieve by constantly coming back for more. It must be some kind of reflex
action by a bludgeoned brain that is mindlessly repeating the only form of
behaviour it has ever known.
Animeg3282
<snip?
> Do you really imagine that one single member of this newsgroup is
>so terminally bored that they have nothing better to do than read such
>lamentable drivel?
<snip>
Uh..Glen? Have you read this group lately?If they have time to argue about
other people's sex lives, they certainly have time to read Anopheles' post.
Hana no Kaitou
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Glen Wall
Animeg3282 <anime...@aol.compelsia> wrote in message
news:19991128140845...@ng-ft1.aol.com...
> Glen said:
>
> <snip?
>
> > Do you really imagine that one single member of this newsgroup is
> >so terminally bored that they have nothing better to do than read such
> >lamentable drivel?
>
>
> Uh..Glen? Have you read this group lately?If they have time to argue about
> other people's sex lives, they certainly have time to read Anopheles'
post.
>
> Hana no Kaitou
It was a rhetorical question Sweetheart. Truth to tell, with the possible
exception of Syko Joe's hilarious attempts at flames, Anopheles'
embarrassing excursions into the realms of satire contain some of the
finest unintentional humour on the newsgroup just at present.
But you shouldn't be reading this sort of thing Hana - I thought you were a
nice girl!
Glen.
Glen Wall
Prince Richard Kaminski <richard....@lineone.net> wrote in message
news:38417A4A...@lineone.net...
>
>
> Glen Wall wrote:
>
> > But the damage is done now,
> > and every one has glimpsed the the true nature of the sad, angry old
> > alcoholic who chooses to name himself after a malarial mosquito. In vino
> > veritas.
> This is tremendous stuff.
Many thanks, your Highness,
>I can't possibly imagine what Anal Piles is trying to
> achieve by constantly coming back for more.
He had thrown in the towel as it happens. He left my second flame unanswered
for two days - I had to humiliate him in front of Traci to poke him into a
semblance of life. Even Annie has some pride, although not a lot to be sure.
It must be some kind of reflex
> action by a bludgeoned brain that is mindlessly repeating the only form of
> behaviour it has ever known.
That's exactly right. Poor Annie's like a trauma victim, another casualty of
the Usenet wars, staggering aimlessly from trench to trench, his wits long
since blown away. It's no wonder the poor chap's taken to the bottle - what
other comfort is there for the walking wounded?
Glen.
>
Frank S
about
other people's sex lives, they certainly have time to read Anopheles' post.
Hana no Kaitou >>
The thing of it is: nutrient per ounce the sex lives are rich, like organ
meat. Anopheles is insubstantial, laden with empty calories, and
unfortunately has provoked hyper-activity but little growth.
Or is it other-end to?
<< ...within a "reasonable doubt" ... >> WithIN? (Is that the Large or the
Extra Large nit?)
<< You two are a joke. >> Wrong again, Lori D'Cruet; they are at least a
joke apiece. You, on the other hand, are a joke for all seasons.
<< I saw it both other times, too. Nobody commented because nobody thought
it was interesting.
Lori Crews >> Admitting she speaks for "nobody."
<< However, a serial comma (item, item, and item) isn't necessary -- it's a
matter of style. Not using the serial comma (item, item and item),
however can sometimes lead to confusing and amusing problems. Here's my
favorite example as to why the serial comma should be used, given to me
by a fellow editor years ago. This is a real dedication in a published
book: "I'd like to thank my parents, Ayn Rand and God."
I guess this would be an example of serial humor, as versus serial
murder. :-)
Regards,
Nancy >> Thanks. I needed that.
TrinityApp
--
> He had thrown in the towel as it happens. He left my second flame
unanswered
> for two days - I had to humiliate him in front of Traci to poke him into a
> semblance of life. Even Annie has some pride, although not a lot to be
sure.
Truly you do run on. I admired Nophy's reply to you so much I didn't mind
reading the whole thing twice, which is common in your posts since you are
unable to snip anything for brevity. I must say I had to agree with several
of his statements, especially the parts about you being the group clown;
since Reinhold has gone off to moldier climes you seem to have stepped in to
fill his generic Wal-Mart sneakers. What next? Will you lure feral cats to
your abode in the hopes of procuring your next meal?
You seem to take peculiar delight in verbally jousting with women, I suspect
it's because you have no real life " thrust and parry", so to speak and need
some type of feminine erotic stimulation. One could wonder if there is a
dark closet full of wire coat hangers in your past. Misogyny aside, you seem
weakest when directly confronted and though you are probably the most
biologically confused person I've ever read, you do seem willing to branch
out into areas that you know fuck-all about and confirm the group view that
you are at best an oaf with a computer or staggering proof that Darwin was
on the right track. In a sense you serve a purpose. You make listening to
sports casters seem reasonable and reading the Enquirer fun.
You have hit a rut, dearest Glenki, and you are starting to acquire the
smell often associated with stagnant slurry ponds. Please try to come up
with some new material and once again provoke the all encompassing laughter
your presence provides.
Tracy Meisenbach, waiting to read her post in its entirety again.
TrinityApp
-- > So you're painting too? My job is hardly a barn, more a bungalow, out
by the
> trees where the kangaroo and wallaby come softly down at dusk and the
> parrots and cockatoos add their colour to the twilight.
How pretty you make it sound. I have always wanted to travel to Australia,
but until they build a bridge it is unlikely. I am, however, sending some
horse sperm down there for another breeder, and with due caution will leave
the container unmarked since I don't want Glen or Reinhold knocking of a
post office in hopes of a quick snack.
>Here it is spring and the flowers are in abundance and the tomatoes are
ripening. Life is good.
Winter is trying to clutch us with her icy fingers, I hope fall can resist
her grip a bit longer and let me get my work done.
Tracy Meisenbach
Animeg3282
Tracy said:
>Winter is trying to clutch us with her icy fingers, I hope fall can resist
>her grip a bit longer and let me get my work done.
>
Yea, it's now 60 degrees instead of 70. Sorry, but that's how it literally is
in my neck of the woods. I live in the US, if you're wondering
Anopheles
Glen Wall wrote:
>
> Prince Richard Kaminski <richard....@lineone.net> wrote in message
> news:38417A4A...@lineone.net...
> >
> >
> > Glen Wall wrote:
> >
> > > and every one has glimpsed the the true nature of the sad, angry old
> > > alcoholic who chooses to name himself after a malarial mosquito. In
vino
> > > veritas.
>
>
>
> Many thanks, your Highness,
The Heckle and Jeckle of newsgroups. Glen and Richard. Why together their IQ
soars into double figures. I bet the only way you two could raise a genuine
laugh here is for both of you to drop your pants.
>
> >I can't possibly imagine what Anal Piles is trying to
> > achieve by constantly coming back for more.
>
>
> He had thrown in the towel as it happens. He left my second flame
unanswered
> for two days - I had to humiliate him in front of Traci to poke him into a
> semblance of life. Even Annie has some pride, although not a lot to be
sure.
Thrown in the towel? I see you can write fiction then, if primitively. I
left no posts of yours unanswered, pal. It was you that failed the test and
left mine unanswered. Or is this free server that your on as unreliable as
you seem to be? Why even the Palace Phallus replied to it. Don't sit there
like a stunned mullet, Glennis. Ask your mentor. Are you two going out yet?
It may be a chance for both of you to find someone at last. Mind you, Dick,
you will have to be dominating. Nah, you can learn it.
>
> It must be some kind of reflex
> > action by a bludgeoned brain that is mindlessly repeating the only form
of
> > behaviour it has ever known.
>
>
>
> That's exactly right. Poor Annie's like a trauma victim, another casualty
of
> the Usenet wars, staggering aimlessly from trench to trench, his wits long
> since blown away. It's no wonder the poor chap's taken to the bottle -
what
> other comfort is there for the walking wounded?
Two losers dreaming. How wonderful this group is that they can live out
their fantasies and add sparkle to their meaningless and drab lives. I guess
we must be grateful as it keeps them out of the public toilets. Or does it?
Anopheles
Anopheles
Glen Wall stumbled to the computer, unshaven, in singlet and underpants,
with a fresh plate of anchovy and goat cheese sandwiches, and wrote:
>
> > > I see that I must have touched a nerve, showing you up in front of the
> > > lovely Traci.
> >
> > How would you recognise "showing up"? You've been hanging on the wall in
> > this newsgroup as the local clown for so long that your teeth ache from
>
>
> Now, steady on Annie. You can overdo the proverbial "hair of the dog!".
Your constant references to alcoholism is poignant. With your every
stumbling post,
you reveal more and more about your pathetic existence. You may well end up,
unconsciously,
getting more people to sympathise with you, because of your sorry life.
Humans are like that, Glennis.
>
> > Well, it's good to see that you're not completely lacking in
> > > pride and self-respect.
> >
> > Unlike you, you mean?
No answer, Glennis? Lost for words again.
> >
> > > After the pasting you've taken recently, it must
> > > have taken considerable courage to come back for more (even though it
> was
> > > poured out of a bottle, as can be plainly seen from the incoherent
> nature
> > of
> > > your ramblings and the fact that every other word is misspelled).
> >
> > Thank you. Those carefully placed mistakes at the beginning of my post
> were
> > bait.
>
> This has to be your best joke yet! "Yesh officher, I ran a red light - but
I
> wush jusht teshting to shee if you were alert!".
>
If you got out of the house more, you would know that policemen are not
called
"Officer" in the UK or Australia. I've warned you before, real life is not
to be
found on TV, Glennis.
>
> >My colleagues were convinced that you wouldn't rise to the bait.
>
>
> Sheep-shearers are not always the best predicters of human behaviour.
>
At least they have knowledge of the subject. And they know how to spell
"predictors". You seem totally devoid of the
faintest clue on how humans behave. You don't grow excessive hair all over
your
body at certain times in the lunar calendar, do you? That would be a bad
sign, Glennis.
> I was. They said, "No fool would take that bait after being so humiliated
> over
> > their spelling and grammar lames. They were thinking of "normal" people.
> You
> > rose from the water beautifully, like an old trout who has been caught a
> > dozen times before by the same fly fisherman in the same spot.
>
>
> This is undoubtedly the funniest, most effective image you've come up with
> so far. I would have been quite happy to use it myself. You must be
learning
> something from our encounters!
The only thing I have learned from you so far is that some people are worse
off than
I had ever imagined. Really, Oxfam doesn't have the right facilities to deal
with people
like you. Agoraphobic, mother-dominated, vicious little people with lost
identities.
>
> >Clearly, IQ to you is just ICQ inland.
>
> And to you IQ is something to be remembered by reference to your age.
Now, see, you fucked up again here and the sad thing is the joke went so far
over your head,
it hit three satellites and nearly brought down your ego. I guess that
wasting original material
on such a pathetic type was a crime. And what did the "boy" ( sorry Glennis,
can't come at using
the term literally in your case ) come up with in reply.
"And to you IQ is something to be remembered by reference to your age."
I mean, look at it. So unoriginal, used by every newbie before they learn
the basics AND derivative.
Truly, Glennis, the only original thing about you is the way you are willing
to keep coming back
for another battering. Even the worst boxer on earth finally gives up. Even
after their brains are
destroyed, they know to give up. Not you.
You have now sunk so low, Glennis, you are approaching the level of PRK.
That is so low an earthworm
would have trouble getting under you.
> > > Quite what to make of your extraordinary speculations is something of
a
> > > puzzle.
> > >
> > > Because I needed a certain poem at two in the morning you assume that
> I'm a schoolteacher. In fact, I needed the poem to settle a wager
concerning
> > some of its lines (and I know that you'll be delighted to hear that I
won the
> > > bet!).
> >
> > OK! I'll come clean. I am currently attending the 15th Psychology
> Conference
> > in Melbourne. There was a poster on "Personality Analysis and Persona"
and
> a
> > group of us got to discussing this guy's ideas. I put up your posts as
an
> > example and, from the persona that reeks from your posts, these guys and
I
> > reconstructed you. You have all the attributes of someone frustrated as
> hell
> > at being blocked by "someone" in your ambitions, ambitions that are
> clearly
> > beyond you. The consensus was, because of your didactic nature and venom
> and
> > spite, that you were most probably a middle level school teacher
teaching
> > English. I note that you did not deny it, a fact that can hardly be lost
> on
> > this group.
> So far as being a school teacher is concerned - as an avid student of my
> posts you will be perfectly aware that, unlike yourself, I am a successful
> professional writer and have not at any time been employed as a teacher.
> However, bearing in mind George Bernard Shaw's maxim that "Those who can,
> do, those who can't, teach", teaching might be just the career for you
> Annie - if you can stay off the bottle for long enough to get through an
> interview.
You're really pissed that I've revealed that you're a failed schoolteacher,
aren't you, Glen? Look, there is nothing wrong with being a teacher. Stop
fantasising
about that "successful writer" crap. It's painfully obvious to the poor
snooks that have
been subjected to your crap that successful and writer are two words that
not only don't
blend well where you're concerned but don't belong in your limited vocab.
It's not important to reach your goal of that associate professor or even
the chair itself.
I know you live in England ( the word "live" is a bit excessive, sorry )
and I have friends there who can arrange to help you with all these mind
boggling
problems you have. They are both top guys in their field and would welcome
the chance
of documenting a character such as yourself. There would certainly be one or
two papers in it.
Just say the word, Glennis. Think about it, to be free of these obsessions?
To actually
"LIKE" people? You can do it, Glennis, it might only take ten or so years.
Would any other Romanian immigrants to the UK, that I have offended, please
put your hand up. Why look, Glennis, is that your hand. No, put it back up,
please.
Mumsie's coming with another plate? Anyway, to those that know me, the
thought that I
had racist tendencies would invoke laughter. It does fit so well with your
persona though.
>
> I agree the anchovy and goat's cheese sandwiches were a guess. Thank you
for
> confirming
> > it. I believe we are right on the button so far. Maybe enough to
approach
> > this guy who posted the paper at the conference. May I give him your
> e-mail
> > address? Do you mind being written up in an eminent journal?
>
>
> Sad, Annie, sad.
Your responses grow more limited by the day. Is it worth going on when the
opposition
is so pathetic and war-weary? Come on, make a fight of it. There is nothing
so pathetic
as someone like you who acts the great white to newbies and than wilts when
the pressure is put on.
>
> > > We are then subjected to an excruciatingly embarrassing attempt at
> satire,
> >
> > And how would you recognise satire, Glennie? One needs a sense of humour
> for
> > that. You have much sense of humour as Genghis Khan with toothache.
>
>
> I'll leave it to those who read these posts to judge which of us wants
> humour.
Very dangerous for your ego, Glennis. Once the ego goes, for you, what is
there left?
I wouldn't risk actually asking humans to vote on your humour.
> Almost
> > as little as your favourite humour writer, PRK.
> >
> > > in which you attempt various inept puns on the name Wall (being too
> drunk,
> > > stupid, or possibly both, to realise that it is not even my real
name),
> >
> > Not your real name? Really? Next you'll be telling me my real name isn't
> > Anopheles. You dumb fuck, of course your real name isn't Wall. It's
> > Cerceuczeuq or something similar. First name is probably Sisiphus?
>
>
> Now you're definitely overdoing the "hair of the dog". I can scarcely
> believe that you've failed to learn the lessons of your last embarrassing
> attempt at satire. If you insist on essaying literary forms that are as
high
> above your level of literary competence as the Moon is above the Earth,
then
> you're bound to end up looking foolish.
There goes that school teacher again. Is there anyone in the group who
seriously
doubts that this is the truth? Speak up.
> Just pause for a moment Annie, and try to remember how you felt on
Saturday
> morning when you staggered out of your lair with a crippling hangover and
> switched on your computer to assess the damage. With a sinking heart you
> read through your abysmal post to me and saw, to your unimaginable horror,
> that the damage was even worse that you had thought. Not only had you
freely
> indulged your taste for racist humour of the lowest kind - you had also
made
> a complete fool of yourself by attempting a satirical flourish in a style
> ineptly imitated from my own posts! Lacking the wit, imagination and
> intelligence that is required for such bravura performances, you fell flat
> on your face before the end of the first sentence. After that, the reader
> suffered alongside you and grimaced with embarrassment throughout several
> torturous paragraphs to see a grown man making such an utter fool of
himself
> in public. No Annie - outhouse poetry is about your mark.
So, we recognise your expertise in outhouse poetry -- whatever that is --
it sounds like a shithouse way of writing to me but I suppose it is where
you
spend most of your creative life. At least you can give birth to something
that
is really you, the core you. And please, enough of the "sinking heart" and
"crippling hangover" crap. Please, get your material from someplace other
than
"Eastenders".
> > > and present a resume of the wall in history which obviously cost you a
> > good deal
> > > of effort and surfing of children's educational websites to assemble.
> >
> > Sorry Glennie, I don't have the same trouble writing as you seem to do.
It
> > all comes out quickly and perfectly.
>
>
> Yes, as quickly and perfectly as your drunken vomit on Saturday morning.
Back on the alcoholic syndrome, Glennis. Is this offending any secret
tipplers
in the group? Ian? Fishy? Makes a mockery of his insincerity on racial
taunts.
>
> > > And for what? Do you really imagine that one single member of this
> > newsgroup is
> > > so terminally bored that they have nothing better to do than read such
> > > lamentable drivel?
> >
> > Well, from the number of emails I got thanking me for the drubbing I
gave
> > you, I guess so.
>
>
> Dreaming again Annie? It's true that there's no shortage of snivelling
curs
> who are still licking their wounds from my more recent flames, but I
> wouldn't credit even the most stupid among them with being sufficiently
dim
> and self-deluded to sense a potential champion in the likes of you!
If I got emails from only people you had offended, I would not be able to
cope
with the inundation. Now you have offended the rest, you dumb fuck. You just
don't
have a clue, do you? Now I see why Hope et al gave up on you. Flaming you is
like a giving goods to a church bazaar; the stuff you throw in is so much
superior
to the stuff you get back.
> Mind you, there wasn't one from Patti Butts but I wasn't
> > expecting one from her. Patti must be salivating at the thought of
sinking
> > her teeth into a soft target like you, Glennie. I know you're getting a
> > hiding from me but sweet lil' Patti is like a thousand starving Piranha.
She
> > even sharpens her teeth.
>
> I'm delighted for you Annie! Now that you've learned the pitfalls of
> acquiring courage from a bottle before you dare to reply to my posts,
you'll
> be able to throw in the towel completely once again and hide behind a
> woman's skirt like the miserable coward that you are.
How many times does it take to get a concept through that armour-plated
skull?
I don't need booze to deal with you. I often take Imodium though. As for
your posts,
really, I beg you to try harder. Either that or sell them to Bayer as a
safer replacement
for Mogadon. They're not gawffing at the wrong parts any more when you
write, Glennis,
they're snoring.
As for Patti Butts, you would NOT be game. I bet you would not last two
posts before she *plonks*.
>
> > > Please Annie. Satire is most definitely not your forte.
> >
> > What dazzling repartee. You must practice. Practice more. Lots more.
>
>
> Poor Annie. This is helpful advice, not satire.
Derivative again? Taking my posts and feeding them back? ( Insert long sigh
in Animeg style)
>
> > > Take the advice I gave you yesterday and save your "contributions" for
> the
> > > scatological humour of the "Outhouse Poetry" thread, where they will
no
> > > doubt be gratefully received.
> >
> > Your advice is worth exactly what anyone else would pay for it. Zero.
> Sorry,
> > Glennie, aren't you humiliated enough? This is getting embarrassing. I
was
> > told you were good.
> You should have listened Annie. How much grief and humiliation you might
> have spared yourself !
This is a reply? And does your pathetic exclamation mark always have to be
so racially
isolated. Can't you buy an elementary book on writing? We'll take up a
collection if you like.
>
> > It must have been someone else they were thinking about?
> > Maybe another Wall? Oh, I forgot. Your not a real wall, more a gutter?
>
>
> My dear Oscar!
Don't get Wilde with me.
>
> > > You then proceed, once again, to display a gratifyingly encyclopaedic
> > > knowledge of posts sent and forgotten long ago to people whose names I
> > can't
> > > even remember.
> >
> > Sorry, Glennis, that type of embarrassing posting does stick in my mind.
> And
> > most were only a day old. You should see about that bad retention. Or,
why
> > not look at your walls (no pun intended) where you hang every post and
> every
> > reply. There's a lot of them there, aren't they Power Ranger?
>
>
> Careful Annie - you're betraying your sorces of cultural nourishment.
Sorces? Is that a Romanian sorcerer? Not a spelling mistake from the king of
spelling lames?
> My, so many
> > more today alone. All telling you what you don't want to hear.
> > > As I say, it's difficult to know quite what to make of this bizarre
> > farrago
> > > of nonsensical fantasy.
> >
> > But its not fantasy, is it, Glennie? Not once have you actually denied
it,
> > have you? What a pathetic life. You poor fuck, I am almost feeling sorry
> > for you. Almost!
>
>
> Save your sorrow for yourself Annie - you'll need it by the time I've
> finished with you!
From the pathetic way you handled this post, that was last post.
> > > Most guys want to fight or get laid when they're
> > > drunk - I've never heard of anyone wanting to churn out this sort of
> > stuff.
> > > I doubt whether there's even a medical name for the condition.
> >
> > How would you know what "most guys" would want to do? It's not as if you
> > would ever go out with any of them. It's not as if anyone would want to
go
> > out with you. Oh, you got that from the TV I guess.
>
>
> Poor Annie - and you do try so very hard!
I do but not necessary with you. my dumb friend. It's just like teaching
puppies and cats not to shit in the house. Only with you, it's taking a
little longer.
Now you know where you rate on the intellectual tree. Under dogs and cats
and
(probably) above snails. And don't come back with a derivative of this. I've
run out of Imodium.
>
> > > All the same, I don't really think that you're such a bad fellow deep
> > down,
> >
> > Naturally. Because it's true, Glennie. I'm always nice except with poor
> > fucks like you.
>
>
> And poor inhabitants of Third World countries whose culture, accent and
diet
> furnish material for your ugly racist sneers of contempt. How overjoyed
you
> must have been when that fascist political party got so many candidates
> elected in Australia last year.
I've really, really hurt you haven't I, Sisiphus? Why are you so embarrassed
by your
culture. I know you want to pretend to be "English", both you and that
Kaminski clown
but it is a forlorn hope, pal. You can't deny the genes. And, in your case,
the likelihood
of polluting the gene pool with your stupidity is far more serious than any
racial taunt.
Romanians are fine people, Glennis, they are keepers of the Roman culture
and language
just as much as the French, Italians and Spanish. Accept your background,
>
> > > and I do find it upsetting to see you making a fool of yourself in
this
> > > manner. No-one really minds that you have nothing interesting or
amusing
> > to
> > > say - this is a very tolerant group on the whole.
> >
> > Tolerant? Brouha ha ha ha ha. You haven't heard, have you? Wait till you
> > hear what they are saying about you.
>
>
> I don't have to wait Annie. Unlike you, I get real fan-mail - from lurkers
> as well as regulars - much of it complaining about your unworthiness as an
> adversary,
Real fanmail? Do you? Any from anyone other than yourself. I though not.
Just more derivative bullshit. You're as original and creative as a dead
toad.
> > >However, although 9 kilobytes is not an unreasonable length for a post
> from
> > a writer like myself
> > > with something worth saying (and I was much gratified to see that even
> you
> > > admitted this much - the praise of one's enemies is always to be
valued
> > for
> > > its sincerity), it is far too long for a drunken, incoherent monologue
> > that
> > > would not be out of place in an exhibition of surrealist writing.
> >
> > With your boring type of writing 9 kilobytes would equal 9 kilograms. It
> > certainly weighs me down.
> >
> > >
> > > So come on Annie - cap on the whisky bottle and on with the boxing
> gloves
> > > before you get into bed.
> >
> > You find this beneficial do you? I bet the gloves were Mumsie's idea.
>
>
> Kindergarten stuff Annie.
It has to be to get through to you, I'm afraid. You have a limited
understanding,
don't you? No, you don't understand, do you?
> > > Don't let me have to tell you again !
> >
> > Tell me what?
>
>
> All the things that only best friends can say without causing offence.
You must have got this one off the tellie too because "best friends" and
Glennis are at opposite ends of the spectrum. Do you know what a best friend
is,
Glennis? No, it isn't PRK.
> Mind how you go,
I have to where your concerned. I keep bringing things in on my shoe.
Anopheles
Glen Wall
> Glenki wrote:
>
> --
> > He had thrown in the towel as it happens. He left my second flame
> unanswered
> > for two days - I had to humiliate him in front of Traci to poke him into
a
> > semblance of life. Even Annie has some pride, although not a lot to be
> sure.
>
>
> reading the whole thing twice, which is common in your posts since you are
> unable to snip anything for brevity.
Hey Sharon! After a fevered exchange of emails with the sodden and defeated
Annie, the cavalry rides in to his rescue until the next "pirahna-toothed"
harridan arrives and fans out her skirt for Annie to crawl under in terror.
I can just imagine the drunken old fool snuffling and whining "You got me
into this mess Traci! If it hadn't have been for you I'd never have let
myself in for yet another pasting! You've got to help me!" And here you are.
Well Sharon, we shall see just how much help your intervention will afford
the embattled Annie.
I must say I had to agree with several
> of his statements, especially the parts about you being the group clown;
I write for my own amusement, and for the more intelligent regulars and
lurkers whose emails regularly attest to the popularity of my posts. I don't
write for illiterate cowgirls in the backwoods of Virginia.
> since Reinhold has gone off to moldier climes you seem to have stepped in
to
> fill his generic Wal-Mart sneakers. What next? Will you lure feral cats to
> your abode in the hopes of procuring your next meal?
This isn't the Wild West you dozy tart. We don't have feral cats in
Cambridge.
> You seem to take peculiar delight in verbally jousting with women,
This is a very curious observation as I have never "verbally jousted" with
any woman in this newsgroup apart from your good self and Popeye, who
doesn't really count as a woman. All my contretemps have been with men, with
the exception of Corncob Bob, Alan Hope, and Annie.
I suspect
> it's because you have no real life " thrust and parry", so to speak and
need
> some type of feminine erotic stimulation.
You'll be in England soon Sharon. My offers still open - if you think you're
up to it. (Incidentally, the male need of "feminine erotic stimulation" is
not generally considered to be a particularly extreme form of sexual
deviation).
>One could wonder if there is a
> dark closet full of wire coat hangers in your past.
There used to be. Recently they've all been employed hanging poor Annie out
to dry.
Misogyny aside, you seem
> weakest when directly confronted and though you are probably the most
> biologically confused person I've ever read, you do seem willing to branch
> out into areas that you know fuck-all about
For example?
>and confirm the group view
ie. Sharon's view.
that
> you are at best an oaf with a computer or staggering proof that Darwin was
> on the right track. In a sense you serve a purpose. You make listening to
> sports casters seem reasonable and reading the Enquirer fun.
What are "sports casters" Sharon? Little sets of wheels to push football
players around on? And I'm sure you need little enough encouragement to
while away an agreeable hour stuffing your face with pizza and catching up
with the latest Elvis sightings and alien abduction accounts in the
Enquirer. How else is a cowgirl to keep herself amused.
> You have hit a rut, dearest Glenki, and you are starting to acquire the
> smell often associated with stagnant slurry ponds.
Have you tried changing your tampon Sharon?
>
> Tracy Meisenbach, waiting to read her post in its entirety again.
Why not Trace? No-one else will even read it once (except for Annie of
course, who was hoping for a miracle so that he wouldn't have to come out of
hiding and face yet another thrashing. Too bad Annie. You should pick your
champions with more care).
Glen.
Anopheles
TrinityApp wrote:
> Anopheles, very poetically, wrote:
>
> -- > So you're painting too? My job is hardly a barn, more a bungalow, out
> by the
> > trees where the kangaroo and wallaby come softly down at dusk and the
> > parrots and cockatoos add their colour to the twilight.
>
>
> How pretty you make it sound. I have always wanted to travel to Australia,
> but until they build a bridge it is unlikely. I am, however, sending some
> horse sperm down there for another breeder, and with due caution will
leave
> the container unmarked since I don't want Glen or Reinhold knocking of a
> post office in hopes of a quick snack.
Sending us some sperm? Dear lady, the place is overrun with the gooey stuff
as
it is. Are you having them swim down or are they coming in-vitreo?
>
> >Here it is spring and the flowers are in abundance and the tomatoes are
> ripening. Life is good.
>
> Winter is trying to clutch us with her icy fingers, I hope fall can resist
> her grip a bit longer and let me get my work done.
So you're a fall guy?
Anopheles
Anopheles
Animeg3282 wrote:
> >
> Tracy said:
>
> >Winter is trying to clutch us with her icy fingers, I hope fall can
resist
> >her grip a bit longer and let me get my work done.
> >
>
is
> in my neck of the woods. I live in the US, if you're wondering
Gosh, we're only half that. 30 degrees and hot.
Anopheles
PS. We are on Celsius.
Animeg3282
>Gosh, we're only half that. 30 degrees and hot.
>
>
>Anopheles
>
>PS. We are on Celsius.
>
Heh, if it was 60 degrees Celsius...O.o;; oh my GOD...
Glen Wall
Anopheles <hi...@jeack.com.au> wrote in message news:38427332@tyson...
<snip> an unbelievably boring 22 KILOBYTES of drunken raving and
excruciatingly embarrassing attempts at humour.
> Anopheles
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............................
Glen.
Animeg3282
>The thing of it is: nutrient per ounce the sex lives are rich, like organ
>meat. Anopheles is insubstantial, laden with empty calories, and
>unfortunately has provoked hyper-activity but little growth.
>
That's the wrong way wrong, sir.
TrinityApp
-- > Sending us some sperm? Dear lady, the place is overrun with the gooey
stuff
> as
> it is. Are you having them swim down or are they coming in-vitreo?
Sending the little devils freeze dried in a tube, so if Reinhold or Glen do
raid the box they'll have a nice spermcicle.
> So you're a fall guy?
Actually I'm a spring type of girl. Love the flowers and greenery, but this
is my first year in Virginia, where they actually have four seasons, and I'm
really enjoying the fall and the color changes.
Tracy Meisenbach
TrinityApp
-- > Hey Sharon! After a fevered exchange of emails with the sodden and
defeated
> Annie,
Your assertions of defeat are lacking a ring of truth. While it is a known
fact that reality and you have never met, dragging your fantasy life into
the group doesn't bode well for your already tarnished image. You haven't "
pasted, lambasted, routed, scored over, or defeated" anyone, except possibly
the vermin you killed with a good dose of Rid in your drawers.
the cavalry rides in to his rescue until the next "pirahna-toothed"
> harridan arrives and fans out her skirt for Annie to crawl under in
terror.
What is a pirahna? Is that related to a piranha? The sharp toothed South
American fish that if it chomped at your dick wouldn't come away with a
mouthful?
I would suspect that where women are concerned Nophy doesn't crawl to much,
you seem to be the expert on that, tell us more.
> I can just imagine the drunken old fool snuffling and whining "You got me
> into this mess Traci! If it hadn't have been for you I'd never have let
> myself in for yet another pasting! You've got to help me!" And here you
are.
> Well Sharon, we shall see just how much help your intervention will afford
> the embattled Annie.
Actually your perceptions are incorrect. The conversation between you and
Nophy had already been started before I popped in for a chuckle, just to see
if you could do two things at once, well, three with your constant mule
loping.
> I write for my own amusement, and for the more intelligent regulars
HAHAHAHAHAHA. True it probably doesn't take much to amuse you. As for
intelligent regulars, well most of them have trounced you soundly and moved
on. If you're talking about Dickie and Icky then your perceptions of
intelligence are about the equal of a ear mite looking up to the tree sloth
he infests.
and
> lurkers whose emails regularly attest to the popularity of my posts. I
don't
> write for illiterate cowgirls in the backwoods of Virginia.
If you knew anything about America, other than old reruns of Dallas, you'd
know that Virginia is an eastern state and doesn't possess any big cattle
ranches, hence a huge lack of cowgirls. As for being illiterate, while
reading your tripe has made me want to stab my eyes out in distress,
unfortunately, your written words do flash across my range of vision and are
understood. Boredom is epidemic when you post.
> This isn't the Wild West you dozy tart. We don't have feral cats in
> Cambridge.
Truly? How many frat parties did that take to clear up?
> This is a very curious observation as I have never "verbally jousted" with
> any woman in this newsgroup apart from your good self and Popeye, who
> doesn't really count as a woman.
Rhiannon comes to mind, and I believe Mimi had some rather rude things to
say about you. Who is Popeye?
All my contretemps have been with men, with
> the exception of Corncob Bob, Alan Hope, and Annie.
Yes, and they soundly stomped you and left the wet smelly remains to be
tracked through the rest of the group.
> You'll be in England soon Sharon. My offers still open - if you think
you're
> up to it.
Should I decide to engage in adulterous conduct, which I've never been
tempted to do, I would surely choose something with a smaller amount of age
rings around its trunk. As for being *UP* to it, I suspect should I
encounter your dick, it would be while looking *DOWN* with the world's most
powerful magnifying glass and squinting until my eyes popped.
(Incidentally, the male need of "feminine erotic stimulation" is
> not generally considered to be a particularly extreme form of sexual
> deviation).
The key word being generally. In your case " female erotic stimulation"
would not so much be a deviation as a miracle.
> There used to be. Recently they've all been employed hanging poor Annie
out
> to dry.
>
Dream on! Nophy as so soundly degraded you and put you in your place that
you've been reduced to the " zzzzzzzz" line of defense. A sure sign you have
no worthwhile counter reply.
> For example?
Do you really want another lesson in equine genetics?
> ie. Sharon's view.
Sorry Glenki, I've been a no show for a few weeks and I came back to a
plethora of posts confirming that you are the Emmett Kelly of alt.writing.
> What are "sports casters" Sharon? Little sets of wheels to push football
> players around on?
Sorry, I keep forgetting you're across the pond, you remind me so of the
local dumbasses. A Sports Caster is an announcer who calls a game, usually
something with a ball in it. Typically they get paid millions to repeat what
you just saw with your own eyes, explain how the player could have done
better, (although most of the fat fucks couldn't walk across a room with
blowing an artery) and racking the umpires or referees. In other words, you
talk a good game, but you play like shit.
And I'm sure you need little enough encouragement to
> while away an agreeable hour stuffing your face with pizza and catching up
> with the latest Elvis sightings and alien abduction accounts in the
> Enquirer. How else is a cowgirl to keep herself amused
I hate pizza, nasty shit and a waste of good cheese. I'm not overly fond of
Elvis, but I did read about a recent bigfoot sighting near Cambridge and
thought about you, really Glenki, you should shave your back before you go
for you're morning swim.
> Have you tried changing your tampon Sharon?
If you want tea you have only to ask.
> Why not Trace? No-one else will even read it once (except for Annie of
> course, who was hoping for a miracle so that he wouldn't have to come out
of
> hiding and face yet another thrashing.
You're projecting your failings onto me, don't. I have yet to see anyone
hide from you, mostly they tire of your banality and move onto bigger and
better things, kind of like your girlfriends.
Too bad Annie. You should pick your
> champions with more care).
>
Nophy needs no champions. He will be here long after you're nothing but a
footnote in the deja archives, searchable by typing "dipshit" in the subject
line.
Tracy Meisenbach
Animeg3282
trolling the NG by pretending to hate each other, and don't look at me that
way, that's what Glen said!
Joyseymour
>Tracy said:
>
>>Winter is trying to clutch us with her icy fingers, I hope fall can resist
>>her grip a bit longer and let me get my work done.
>>
>
>Yea, it's now 60 degrees instead of 70. Sorry, but that's how it literally is
>in my neck of the woods. I live in the US, if you're wondering
>
It was 65 here last week, today we have snow on the ground. Go figure.
Actually, that's New England. Wait a minute, it will change.
joy
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-- > In the interst of being nosy, I'll ask you if you and Glen are not just
> trolling the NG by pretending to hate each other, and don't look at me
that
> way, that's what Glen said!
No Hana, surely you know its not nice to hate anyone. Although, in light of
Glen's sometimes odd behavior, pretending to hate him wouldn't be right,
you'd have to really hate him to get the job done. I'll also point out that
if Glen told you something in confidence and you blabbed it all over a group
you'd need your butt paddled, I sure we could find volunteers amongst the
perverse geriatrics here. Surely by now Hana you know that I mean everything
I say, and I don't back down just because someone could be construed as
being on friendly terms.
Then again, did you ever think that Glen might just be jerking your chain to
get a reaction out of you? Just like I might too.
Tracy Meisenbach, pulling in a few links.
Reinhold (Rey) Aman
Proof of Trashy's insanity #1:
> I can't admit defeat simply because I have never been defeated.
Proof of Trashy's insanity #2:
> Sorry but it's true.
Proof of Trashy's insanity #3:
> I remain a shining net goddess,
Proof of Trashy's insanity #4:
> a beacon of beauty
Proof of Trashy's insanity #5:
> and wit
Proof of Trashy's insanity #6:
> and you'll just have to deal with it.
We *don't* have to deal with this delusional, psychotic, cheap-looking,
stupid, trashy, ignorant, insane, and extremely vulgar trailer-trash
slut Meisen-fucked-in-the-Head.
--
Reinhold ("Doc") Aman, Editor
Santa Rosa, CA 95402, USA
Glen Wall
TrinityApp <trini...@lynchburg.net> wrote in message
news:AXn04.322$5Z3....@monger.newsread.com...
> Glenki wrote:
>
> -- > Hey Sharon! After a fevered exchange of emails with the sodden and
> defeated
> > Annie,
>
> Your assertions of defeat are lacking a ring of truth. While it is a known
> fact that reality and you have never met, dragging your fantasy life into
> the group doesn't bode well for your already tarnished image. You haven't
"
> pasted, lambasted, routed, scored over, or defeated" anyone,
You got a thesaurus for Thanksgiving!
>except possibly
> the vermin you killed with a good dose of Rid in your drawers.
Rid? A little of the tampon tea you so kindly sent was all that was
required.
> the cavalry rides in to his rescue until the next "pirahna-toothed"
> > harridan arrives and fans out her skirt for Annie to crawl under in
> terror.
>
> What is a pirahna? Is that related to a piranha? The sharp toothed South
> American fish that if it chomped at your dick wouldn't come away with a
> mouthful?
Thats right Sharon - the one that couldn't work its jaws properly because
it was so weak with hunger after trying to make a meal out of your brain.
> I would suspect that where women are concerned Nophy doesn't crawl to
much,
> you seem to be the expert on that, tell us more.
>
>
> > I can just imagine the drunken old fool snuffling and whining "You got
me
> > into this mess Traci! If it hadn't have been for you I'd never have let
> > myself in for yet another pasting! You've got to help me!" And here you
> are.
> > Well Sharon, we shall see just how much help your intervention will
afford
> > the embattled Annie.
>
> Actually your perceptions are incorrect. The conversation between you and
> Nophy had already been started before I popped in for a chuckle, just to
see
> if you could do two things at once, well, three with your constant mule
> loping.
Be that as it may, our one-sided little flame war - no more than a momentary
diversion for me - has begun to take over the old fool's life. Yesterday he
posted 22 KILOBYTES of boring, drunken ravings and excruciatingly
embarrassing attempts at humour that I can't even be bothered to read, never
mind reply too. This was Corncob Bob's mistake. He became so obssessed by me
that he composed ludicrously long, whining posts that no-one, least of all
me, ever bothered to read. That was why I decided to finish him off by
subjecting him to the terrible Death by Limerick. But Annie doesn't even
deserve that - better to let him suffer.
> > I write for my own amusement, and for the more intelligent regulars
>
> HAHAHAHAHAHA.
My God, what a common laugh!
True it probably doesn't take much to amuse you. As for
> intelligent regulars, well most of them have trounced you soundly and
moved
> on. If you're talking about Dickie and Icky then your perceptions of
> intelligence are about the equal of a ear mite looking up to the tree
sloth
> he infests.
Dicky and Icky?
> and
> > lurkers whose emails regularly attest to the popularity of my posts. I
> don't
> > write for illiterate cowgirls in the backwoods of Virginia.
>
> If you knew anything about America, other than old reruns of Dallas, you'd
> know that Virginia is an eastern state and doesn't possess any big cattle
> ranches, hence a huge lack of cowgirls.
No doubt that why you decided to peddle your ass there. Supply and demand eh
Sharon? You'd never make it as a hooker in Times Square. Too much
competition.
As for being illiterate, while
> reading your tripe has made me want to stab my eyes out in distress,
> unfortunately, your written words do flash across my range of vision and
are
> understood. Boredom is epidemic when you post.
I think "endemic" is the word you're groping for Sharon - reach fer that
thar' dikkshonarry !
> > This isn't the Wild West you dozy tart. We don't have feral cats in
> > Cambridge.
>
> Truly? How many frat parties did that take to clear up?
We don't have "frats" either.
> > This is a very curious observation as I have never "verbally jousted"
with
> > any woman in this newsgroup apart from your good self and Popeye, who
> > doesn't really count as a woman.
>
> Rhiannon comes to mind, and I believe Mimi had some rather rude things to
> say about you. Who is Popeye?
>
>
> All my contretemps have been with men, with
> > the exception of Corncob Bob, Alan Hope, and Annie.
>
> Yes, and they soundly stomped you and left the wet smelly remains to be
> tracked through the rest of the group.
And then woke up.
> > You'll be in England soon Sharon. My offers still open - if you think
> you're
> > up to it.
>
> Should I decide to engage in adulterous conduct, which I've never been
> tempted to do, I would surely choose something with a smaller amount of
age
> rings around its trunk. As for being *UP* to it, I suspect should I
> encounter your dick, it would be while looking *DOWN* with the world's
most
> powerful magnifying glass and squinting until my eyes popped.
You'd have to peer through the wrong end of a telescope to even fit it into
your field of vision. Last month I stuck a camera on my head and went to a
fancy dress party as a tripod. I won first prize.
> (Incidentally, the male need of "feminine erotic stimulation" is
> > not generally considered to be a particularly extreme form of sexual
> > deviation).
>
> The key word being generally. In your case " female erotic stimulation"
> would not so much be a deviation as a miracle.
oooOOOooo!
> > There used to be. Recently they've all been employed hanging poor Annie
> out
> > to dry.
> >
>
> Dream on! Nophy as so soundly degraded you and put you in your place that
> you've been reduced to the " zzzzzzzz" line of defense. A sure sign you
have
> no worthwhile counter reply.
In fact, Annie's is the first flame I've ever declined to answer on the
grounds of the unimaginable boredom it would entail. Unlike him, I actually
have paid commissions to fulfil and deadlines to observe, and whilst I'm
quite prepared to respond to any stylishly written flame of reasonable
length, Annie fails on both counts.
> > For example?
>
> Do you really want another lesson in equine genetics?
I know a horse's ass when I see one Sharon, and that's really all I care to
know of equine matters.
> > ie. Sharon's view.
>
> Sorry Glenki, I've been a no show for a few weeks and I came back to a
> plethora of posts confirming that you are the Emmett Kelly of alt.writing.
Emmett Kelly? No, on second thoughts, don't bother to elucidate.
> > What are "sports casters" Sharon? Little sets of wheels to push football
> > players around on?
>
>
> Sorry, I keep forgetting you're across the pond, you remind me so of the
> local dumbasses. A Sports Caster is an announcer who calls a game, usually
> something with a ball in it.
I was teasing you Sharon. "Sportscaster" is one word, no capitals (unless,
should you be confused, it happens to ocurr at the beginning of a sentence).
Typically they get paid millions to repeat what
> you just saw with your own eyes, explain how the player could have done
> better, (although most of the fat fucks couldn't walk across a room with
> blowing an artery) and racking the umpires or referees. In other words,
you
> talk a good game, but you play like shit.
>
> And I'm sure you need little enough encouragement to
> > while away an agreeable hour stuffing your face with pizza and catching
up
> > with the latest Elvis sightings and alien abduction accounts in the
> > Enquirer. How else is a cowgirl to keep herself amused
>
>
> I hate pizza, nasty shit and a waste of good cheese. I'm not overly fond
of
> Elvis, but I did read about a recent bigfoot sighting near Cambridge and
> thought about you, really Glenki, you should shave your back before you go
> for you're morning swim.
At least I can take a dip in the sea without all those rubber dinghy's from
Greenpeace buzzing around trying to tow me back into deep water.
> > Have you tried changing your tampon Sharon?
>
> If you want tea you have only to ask.
I believe I already thanked you. As well as killing all organic matter, it
also makes excellent paint-stripper. But somehow word seems to have leaked
out and I keep getting phone calls from an excited sounding Iraqi in one of
Saddam Hussein's biological weapon development plants.
> > Why not Trace? No-one else will even read it once (except for Annie of
> > course, who was hoping for a miracle so that he wouldn't have to come
out
> of
> > hiding and face yet another thrashing.
>
> You're projecting your failings onto me, don't. I have yet to see anyone
> hide from you, mostly they tire of your banality and move onto bigger and
> better things, kind of like your girlfriends.
On the contrary, I tend to be the one who gets the inclination to wander.
Regrettably, I've left a string of broken hearts behind me.
> Too bad Annie. You should pick your
> > champions with more care).
> >
>
> Nophy needs no champions. He will be here long after you're nothing but a
> footnote in the deja archives, searchable by typing "dipshit" in the
subject
> line.
You know the sad thing for him is that for once you're absolutely right.
> Tracy Meisenbach
Glen Wall.
Anopheles
Glen Wall gave up, using someone else's material:
Anopheles wrote in message:
>
>
> <snip> an unbelievably boring 12 KILOBYTES of drunken raving and
> excruciatingly embarrassing attempts at humour.
Plus 10 kilobytes of brilliant responses from Anopheles
> ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............................
How sad it is to see an ego deflate so loudly and publicly. If you had been
a better writer, Glen, you might have written it;
"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss."
I sure as hell have no idea what all those dots are after the deflation
sound. It isn't a writing technique. Of course, it might represent what is
left of you after that humungous ego finally stopped defying nature.
Not since Darius has anyone been so humbled yet surely you could still dream
vainly for some small victory rather than giving up in such humiliation?
So, how does this "celebrated writer" (or whatever weird title you anointed
yourself with in an effort to be recognised in this group of real writers)
cede the field to his betters? With a copy of Fishy's patented sign-off. No,
sad is hardly adequate. Neither is pathetic, miserable or forlorn. Failure,
even in one so inhuman as the Wall,is distressing for normal people to
witness. Of course, you wouldn't know this, Glennis, you need human
qualities to comprehend anything so subtle.
So, Glen Wall comes in like tiger and leaves like a lump of jelly, without a
roar, without even a whimper. Leaving just the symbol for what he represents
for all those who mistakenly read his incoherent scribbling.
Bye, Glen.
Anopheles
TrinityApp wrote:
> Glenki wrote:
>
> -- > Hey Sharon! After a fevered exchange of emails with the sodden and
> defeated
> > Annie,
>
> Your assertions of defeat are lacking a ring of truth. While it is a known
> fact that reality and you have never met, dragging your fantasy life into
> the group doesn't bode well for your already tarnished image. You haven't
"
> pasted, lambasted, routed, scored over, or defeated" anyone, except
possibly
> the vermin you killed with a good dose of Rid in your drawers.
The guy has no shame, does he? After running from the field, with his tail
between those short, fat legs, he now claimd that he defeated me. Really,
maybe he has a future as a fantasy writer for small children, those old
enough not to question whatever he tells them.
>
>
> the cavalry rides in to his rescue until the next "pirahna-toothed"
> > harridan arrives and fans out her skirt for Annie to crawl under in
> terror.
>
> What is a pirahna? Is that related to a piranha? The sharp toothed South
> American fish that if it chomped at your dick wouldn't come away with a
> mouthful?
Exactly! Another example of this drip's incredible stupidity. Can you recall
anyone else, in the history of writer's groups, with so little talent for
spelling and grammar, that made such a fool of themselves with spelling and
grammar lames?
> I would suspect that where women are concerned Nophy doesn't crawl to
much,
> you seem to be the expert on that, tell us more.
>
What experience would he have with women? I guess he could talk about his
mother and that embarassing time with his cousin.
>
> > I can just imagine the drunken old fool snuffling and whining "You got
me
> > into this mess Traci! If it hadn't have been for you I'd never have let
> > myself in for yet another pasting! You've got to help me!" And here you
> are.
> > Well Sharon, we shall see just how much help your intervention will
afford
> > the embattled Annie.
> Actually your perceptions are incorrect. The conversation between you and
> Nophy had already been started before I popped in for a chuckle, just to
see
> if you could do two things at once, well, three with your constant mule
> loping.
>
I did offer to help with these delusions, as you know. Like most
unfortunates when they've sunk to rock bottom, they simply refuse
professional help. Pity help this poor snook if ever he is committed and
gets that help he so desperately needs. Can you imagine the poor demented
bugger reading all these ridiculous posts of his in some future archive?
Why, if he didn't suicide on the spot it would mean he still wasn't cured.
> > I write for my own amusement, and for the more intelligent regulars
>
> HAHAHAHAHAHA. True it probably doesn't take much to amuse you. As for
> intelligent regulars, well most of them have trounced you soundly and
moved
> on. If you're talking about Dickie and Icky then your perceptions of
> intelligence are about the equal of a ear mite looking up to the tree
sloth
> he infests.
>
You know, they have even taught some primates to sign and gain an
understanding of language. So, the Wall, caught somewhere between these
primates and Neanderthal man, has learnt to write. That does not make for
coherent thought. Of course he writes for his own amusement. Who else with a
brain would be interested except for those who teach signing to primates?
> and
> > lurkers whose emails regularly attest to the popularity of my posts. I
> don't
> > write for illiterate cowgirls in the backwoods of Virginia.
>
> If you knew anything about America, other than old reruns of Dallas, you'd
> know that Virginia is an eastern state and doesn't possess any big cattle
> ranches, hence a huge lack of cowgirls. As for being illiterate, while
> reading your tripe has made me want to stab my eyes out in distress,
> unfortunately, your written words do flash across my range of vision and
are
> understood. Boredom is epidemic when you post.
As I have proved so many times before. the Wall gets his data from TV. He
probably "knows" all this stuff about Virginia from watching reruns of the
exploits of Lil' Joe and Horse.
>
> > This isn't the Wild West you dozy tart. We don't have feral cats in
> > Cambridge.
>
> Truly? How many frat parties did that take to clear up?
To the illiterate Wall, a feral cat is an iron one.
>
> > This is a very curious observation as I have never "verbally jousted"
with
> > any woman in this newsgroup apart from your good self and Popeye, who
> > doesn't really count as a woman.
>
> Rhiannon comes to mind, and I believe Mimi had some rather rude things to
> say about you. Who is Popeye?
The greatest misogynist claims he has never "jousted" with a woman? Of
course, he's right. A joust can be a fair fight, something Glennie avoids
like the monthly bath.
>
>
> All my contretemps have been with men, with
> > the exception of Corncob Bob, Alan Hope, and Annie.
>
> Yes, and they soundly stomped you and left the wet smelly remains to be
> tracked through the rest of the group.
Oh look,he's throwing "contretemps" at you to show his urbanity. Better
check last night's TV program to see where he got it from.
>
> > You'll be in England soon Sharon. My offers still open - if you think
> you're
> > up to it.
>
> Should I decide to engage in adulterous conduct, which I've never been
> tempted to do, I would surely choose something with a smaller amount of
age
> rings around its trunk. As for being *UP* to it, I suspect should I
> encounter your dick, it would be while looking *DOWN* with the world's
most
> powerful magnifying glass and squinting until my eyes popped.
You know, I think you ought to call his bluff. To him, sex is something you
do very quietly so Mumsie doesn't hear through those paper-thin walls.(pun
intended) If confronted by the real thing, I'm not sure what his reaction
would be except it would invilove great panic and lots and lots of laughter
from you.
>
> (Incidentally, the male need of "feminine erotic stimulation" is
> > not generally considered to be a particularly extreme form of sexual
> > deviation).
>
> The key word being generally. In your case " female erotic stimulation"
> would not so much be a deviation as a miracle.
To him, "female erotic stimulation" is a Babra Striesand CD playing in the
background to cover any noise so Mumsie doesn't hear.
>
> > There used to be. Recently they've all been employed hanging poor Annie
> out
> > to dry.
> >
>
> Dream on! Nophy as so soundly degraded you and put you in your place that
> you've been reduced to the " zzzzzzzz" line of defense. A sure sign you
have
> no worthwhile counter reply.
>
He is finished, kaput, out of it. Pity too, he was keeping me so regular.
Once more, Tracy, you have handled this snook with grace and expertise
beyond his limited understanding. Someone ought to get him to donate his
brain to the electron microscopy department at Cambridge. That would test
their equipment for them and he wouldn't have to wait until he dies either.
Anopheles
>
Animeg3282
>No Hana, surely you know its not nice to hate anyone. Although, in light of
>Glen's sometimes odd behavior, pretending to hate him wouldn't be right,
>you'd have to really hate him to get the job done. I'll also point out that
>if Glen told you something in confidence and you blabbed it all over a group
>you'd need your butt paddled, I sure we could find volunteers amongst the
>perverse geriatrics here. Surely by now Hana you know that I mean everything
>I say, and I don't back down just because someone could be construed as
>being on friendly terms.
Posting someone's PRIVATE email on the group to fan the flames of your perverse
flamewars is an act that NO ONE should stoop to. You have lost any respect you
managed to scrape up after the whole mess with you trying to drag ME into your
flame crap over some jokes. You are dismissed.
TrinityApp
-- > The guy has no shame, does he? After running from the field, with his
tail
> between those short, fat legs, he now claimd that he defeated me.
Puts me in mind of a certain short French general who always had his hand in
his coat, although I suspect Glen's hand rests a bit further down.
. Really,
> maybe he has a future as a fantasy writer for small children, those old
> enough not to question whatever he tells them.
Should Glen engage in writing for children I will get a degree in child
psychology and await the deluge of clients on my road to riches.
Can you recall
> anyone else, in the history of writer's groups, with so little talent for
> spelling and grammar, that made such a fool of themselves with spelling
and
> grammar lames?
Well Reinhold does come to mind, I suspect they are possibly twins separated
at birth, how hard can it be to split a stool sample?
> What experience would he have with women? I guess he could talk about his
> mother and that embarassing time with his cousin.
Cousin? I thought his mom and cousin were the same girl.
> I did offer to help with these delusions, as you know. Like most
> unfortunates when they've sunk to rock bottom, they simply refuse
> professional help. Pity help this poor snook if ever he is committed and
> gets that help he so desperately needs. Can you imagine the poor demented
> bugger reading all these ridiculous posts of his in some future archive?
> Why, if he didn't suicide on the spot it would mean he still wasn't cured.
I suspect if Glen were ever called on the carpet for being stupid he would
have third degree carpet burns and permanent rug rash.
> You know, they have even taught some primates to sign and gain an
> understanding of language. So, the Wall, caught somewhere between these
> primates and Neanderthal man, has learnt to write
The howls of outrage from the zoo's ape house should toss this theory out.
Glen is a unique individual (thank God there aren't two.) I suspect he was
pretty much a one shot test tube experiment composed of sheep sperm, a few
shots of Drano for color and a dog turd.
> To the illiterate Wall, a feral cat is an iron one.
Or a rusty queer.
> The greatest misogynist claims he has never "jousted" with a woman? Of
> course, he's right. A joust can be a fair fight, something Glennie avoids
> like the monthly bath.
True, and jousting would of course require something of a pole, not the
toothpick he so proud hails as the staff of life.
> You know, I think you ought to call his bluff ( in regards to sex)
Nophy, Dramamine is strong, but there are some images even it can't over
come!
. To him, sex is something you
> do very quietly so Mumsie doesn't hear through those paper-thin walls.(pun
> intended) If confronted by the real thing, I'm not sure what his reaction
> would be except it would invilove great panic and lots and lots of
laughter
> from you.
I fear I might pass out from the laughter and then he would leap upon like a
frenzied poodle on a pastor's leg and I'd wake up with pock marks all up and
down my thigh from his needledick. I shall probably need therapy after this
post to remove the mental image.
> He is finished, kaput, out of it. Pity too, he was keeping me so regular
Glen and bran muffins, helps keep the groceries moving.
> Once more, Tracy, you have handled this snook with grace and expertise
> beyond his limited understanding. Someone ought to get him to donate his
> brain to the electron microscopy department at Cambridge. That would test
> their equipment for them and he wouldn't have to wait until he dies either
I suspect the best and smartest piece of Glen is currently residing between
the pages of Tattler on a late train to Cambridge.
Tracy Meisenbach
> >
>
>
>
>
TrinityApp
--
> You got a thesaurus for Thanksgiving!
No, I got a sex session that would make Madonna blush, what did you get
besides a chance to stick your dick in a dead bird?
> Rid? A little of the tampon tea you so kindly sent was all that was
> required.
Glenki, didn't your mum ever tell you not to play with your food?
> Thats right Sharon - the one that couldn't work its jaws properly because
> it was so weak with hunger after trying to make a meal out of your brain.
>
Oh please, that wasn't even a retort, it was a no-tort it was so lame.
> Be that as it may, our one-sided little flame war - no more than a
momentary
> diversion for me - has begun to take over the old fool's life
You shouldn't speak in third person Glenki, we already know you have split
personalities from having to stay in the closet as a child.
. Yesterday he
> posted 22 KILOBYTES of boring, drunken ravings and excruciatingly
> embarrassing attempts at humour that I can't even be bothered to read,
never
> mind reply too.
Most of the first set you replied to by reposting the entire thing in full,
resulting in proof that your finger was frozen in fear and you couldn't snip
a single bit. You were as mastered as a snake stared down by a mongoose,
Nophy ate your lunch.
This was Corncob Bob's mistake. He became so obsessed by me
> that he composed ludicrously long, whining posts that no-one, least of all
> me, ever bothered to read
Actually, he pasted you so well no one felt the need to add to it. That's
the beauty of a truly scintillating reply, people read it, go " whew", laugh
their ass off and move on. You want to get noticed, type something lame,
brilliance speaks for itself.
. That was why I decided to finish him off by
> subjecting him to the terrible Death by Limerick. But Annie doesn't even
> deserve that - better to let him suffer.
>
Glen, you're a pervert beyond compare, your prose is so staggeringly bad
you make Harold Robbins look good, you ALMOST make me yearn for Reinhold,
and these are not altogether bad things since my life could occasionally use
some turmoil. But face it, your limericks suck, bad!
> My God, what a common laugh!
>
Comes from the commonly held perception that you, dear sir, are a joke.
> Dicky and Icky?
Prince Richare and the Reyhole. You know, Tweedledum and TweedleDipshit.
> No doubt that why you decided to peddle your ass there. Supply and demand
he
> Sharon? You'd never make it as a hooker in Times Square. Too much
> competition.
>
I've never been to New York, nor have I ever encountered a hooker, something
I'm sure you could fill us in on. As for peddling my ass, well at least I
could, you couldn't give yours away if you had the winning lottery card
taped to its shaggy exterior.
> I think "endemic" is the word you're groping for Sharon - reach fer that
> thar' dikkshonarry !
>
No epidemic. I meant your writing kills people. Think big bang theory, a
post of yours opens and millions of people die from nuclear winter.
> We don't have "frats" either.
>
That's right, you bugger each other no matter what grade your in.
> And then woke up.
With shit on their shoes.
> You'd have to peer through the wrong end of a telescope to even fit it
into
> your field of vision. Last month I stuck a camera on my head and went to a
> fancy dress party as a tripod. I won first prize.
However did you get the cane out of your ass? And wasn't it difficult when
people had to stand so close to pull the cord?
> oooOOOooo!
Glen, please wait until you stop posting to jack off.
> I know a horse's ass when I see one Sharon, and that's really all I care
to
> know of equine matters
Truly Glen, move your keyboard so you can't see the mirror, it reflects in
your typing.
> I was teasing you Sharon. "Sportscaster" is one word, no capitals (unless,
> should you be confused, it happens to ocurr at the beginning of a
sentence).
>
Truly, I wouldn't know, most words that deal with sports are unknown to me,
by choice, since I regard any sport but polo that has a ball in it to be a
complete waste of time.
> At least I can take a dip in the sea without all those rubber dinghy's
from
> Greenpeace buzzing around trying to tow me back into deep water.
>
And here we were communicating so well and you drag Reinhold into it. Glen,
have you no shame at all?
> I believe I already thanked you. As well as killing all organic matter, it
> also makes excellent paint-stripper. But somehow word seems to have leaked
> out and I keep getting phone calls from an excited sounding Iraqi in one
of
> Saddam Hussein's biological weapon development plants.
Enough about your breath, lets talk about something interesting.
> On the contrary, I tend to be the one who gets the inclination to wander.
> Regrettably, I've left a string of broken hearts behind me.
>
Sheep have no feelings Glen, they eat, screw and shit.
Tracy Meisenbach
Glen Wall
Animeg3282 <anime...@aol.compelsia> wrote in message
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Pastel Yumi sucks. :-Ž
Glen.
Glen Wall
Annie poured a half-pint mug full of cooking sherry, gulped it down in one
to steady his trembling hands, lit up a Malboro Lite (for REAL men!), and
typed :
> Glen Wall gave up, using someone else's material:
>
> Anopheles wrote in message:
> >
> >
> > <snip> an unbelievably boring 12 KILOBYTES of drunken raving and
> > excruciatingly embarrassing attempts at humour.
>
> Plus 10 kilobytes of brilliant responses from Anopheles
>
>
> > ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............................
>
The fact that I'm snoring doesn't mean that you have to start dreaming.
> How sad it is to see an ego deflate so loudly and publicly. If you had
been
> a better writer, Glen, you might have written it;
>
> "Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss."
That's Sharon's joke Annie - though I can well understand why you wouldn't
want to use your own material.
> I sure as hell have no idea what all those dots are after the deflation
> sound.
Why, they're Annie's fleas of course.
It isn't a writing technique. Of course, it might represent what is
> left of you after that humungous ego finally stopped defying nature.
>
> Not since Darius has anyone been so humbled
Been surfing the kiddies educational sites again eh Annie?
yet surely you could still dream
> vainly for some small victory rather than giving up in such humiliation?
As you well know, you are the only one who has been repeatedly humiliated in
these exchanges. However, I have a reputation to consider. You know what
they started saying about Mike Tyson when his manager kept on matching him
with pushovers and duff opponents? I have to choose adversaries who can at
least give me some sort of a run for my money, and although these are
certainly few and far between, you don't begin to measure up, even as a
sparring partner.
> So, how does this "celebrated writer"
I certainly never used any such term.
(or whatever weird title you anointed
> yourself with in an effort to be recognised in this group of real writers)
> cede the field to his betters? With a copy of Fishy's patented sign-off.
No,
> sad is hardly adequate. Neither is pathetic, miserable or forlorn.
Failure,
> even in one so inhuman as the Wall,is distressing for normal people to
> witness. Of course, you wouldn't know this, Glennis, you need human
> qualities to comprehend anything so subtle.
God only knows what you're on about. If you can't post sober, then don't
bother to post at all.
> So, Glen Wall comes in like tiger and leaves like a lump of jelly, without
a
> roar, without even a whimper. Leaving just the symbol for what he
represents
> for all those who mistakenly read his incoherent scribbling.
>
> Bye, Glen.
I really don't think you should drink alcohol on top of your medication
Annie.
Glen.
TrinityApp
> Posting someone's PRIVATE email on the group to fan the flames of your
perverse
> flamewars is an act that NO ONE should stoop to. You have lost any respect
you
> managed to scrape up after the whole mess with you trying to drag ME into
your
> flame crap over some jokes. You are dismissed.
>
Actually I posted no private email, this was a reply made to you that was in
the group, follow the thread and you will see. I didn't drag anyone into
anything, you asked me, in email, if Glen and I were friends, I replied, a
completely different message and then found the same inquiry already in the
group. You drug yourself in by even asking me about something Glen told you
in private, and asking it in the group. Clean your closets first before
trying to clean anyone elses.
--
Tracy Meisenbach
Glen Wall
Anopheles <hi...@rabbit.com.au> wrote in message
news:3843...@news.internex.net.au...
There, there Annie. Things a bit slow on alt.white.power are they. Never
mind, take a few more gulps of whisky and go hide behind Sharon's skirt,
there's a good little boy.
Zeig Heil!
Glen.
TrinityApp
-- > The fact that I'm snoring doesn't mean that you have to start dreaming.
Dream? I suspect you inhabit the dreams usually encountered after eating 3rd
degree chili and knocking back tequila shooters.
> That's Sharon's joke Annie - though I can well understand why you wouldn't
> want to use your own material.
Actually, I don't own you Glen, you are not my joke and I refuse to pay
taxes on you.
> Why, they're Annie's fleas of course.
You're projecting again and showing limitations. Fleas? Why not scabies or
spot brought on by shingles, perhaps a scrotal rash, get inventive Glen,
flex a few brain cells, one good hard thought could exercise your entire six
cells of gray matter.
> Been surfing the kiddies educational sites again he Annie?
Unlike you, who surfs the Barney " I told you so,'" joke site.
However, I have a reputation to consider. You know what
> they started saying about Mike Tyson when his manager kept on matching him
> with pushovers and duff opponents?
They said he was a rapist and a chronic buttocks fondler and threw his sissy
sounding ass in jail. Is that what you aspire too?
> God only knows what you're on about. If you can't post sober, then don't
> bother to post at all.
>
Pot/kettle
> I really don't think you should drink alcohol on top of your medication
> Annie
You're getting tedious. Come on fire up, well light up, well blow some smoke
and try to show some wit.
Tracy Meisenbach
Glen Wall
> Glenki wrote:
>
> --
> > You got a thesaurus for Thanksgiving!
>
Let's hope hubby doesn't find out, or it's back to peddling your ass at
truck-stops!
>what did you get
> besides a chance to stick your dick in a dead bird?
Not everyone shares your taste for bestiality dear.
> > Rid? A little of the tampon tea you so kindly sent was all that was
> > required.
>
> Glenki, didn't your mum ever tell you not to play with your food?
>
>
> > Thats right Sharon - the one that couldn't work its jaws properly
because
> > it was so weak with hunger after trying to make a meal out of your
brain.
> >
>
> Oh please, that wasn't even a retort, it was a no-tort it was so lame.
That's rich, coming from a dumb-assed cowgirl who doesn't know a retort from
a tortilla.
> > Be that as it may, our one-sided little flame war - no more than a
> momentary
> > diversion for me - has begun to take over the old fool's life
>
> You shouldn't speak in third person Glenki, we already know you have split
> personalities from having to stay in the closet as a child.
>
> . Yesterday he
> > posted 22 KILOBYTES of boring, drunken ravings and excruciatingly
> > embarrassing attempts at humour that I can't even be bothered to read,
> never
> > mind reply too.
>
> Most of the first set you replied to by reposting the entire thing in
full,
> resulting in proof that your finger was frozen in fear and you couldn't
snip
> a single bit. You were as mastered as a snake stared down by a mongoose,
> Nophy ate your lunch.
Threw up his own with fear, more like.
> This was Corncob Bob's mistake. He became so obsessed by me
> > that he composed ludicrously long, whining posts that no-one, least of
all
> > me, ever bothered to read
>
> Actually, he pasted you so well no one felt the need to add to it. That's
> the beauty of a truly scintillating reply, people read it, go " whew",
laugh
> their ass off and move on. You want to get noticed, type something lame,
> brilliance speaks for itself.
It certainly doesn't speak for you, that's for sure.
> . That was why I decided to finish him off by
> > subjecting him to the terrible Death by Limerick. But Annie doesn't even
> > deserve that - better to let him suffer.
> >
>
> Glen, you're a pervert beyond compare, your prose is so staggeringly bad
> you make Harold Robbins look good, you ALMOST make me yearn for Reinhold,
> and these are not altogether bad things since my life could occasionally
use
> some turmoil. But face it, your limericks suck, bad!
Poor Sharon. I never wrote one for you and it still smarts, doesn't it? You
stick to your Harold Robbins dear - it will broaden your vocabulary.
> > My God, what a common laugh!
> >
>
> Comes from the commonly held perception that you, dear sir, are a joke.
>
> > Dicky and Icky?
>
> Prince Richare and the Reyhole. You know, Tweedledum and TweedleDipshit.
>
> > No doubt that why you decided to peddle your ass there. Supply and
demand
> he
> > Sharon? You'd never make it as a hooker in Times Square. Too much
> > competition.
> >
>
> I've never been to New York, nor have I ever encountered a hooker,
You cover over the mirrors in your house then? Very wise.
something
> I'm sure you could fill us in on. As for peddling my ass, well at least I
> could, you couldn't give yours away if you had the winning lottery card
> taped to its shaggy exterior.
You're trying a bit too hard here Sharon.
> > I think "endemic" is the word you're groping for Sharon - reach fer that
> > thar' dikkshonarry !
> >
>
> No epidemic. I meant your writing kills people.
No, you simply chose the wrong word as usual.
Think big bang theory, a
> post of yours opens and millions of people die from nuclear winter.
I don't think you've quite got your head round the Big Bang theory dear. In
any case, I'm a proponent of the Big Joke theory.
> > We don't have "frats" either.
> >
>
> That's right, you bugger each other no matter what grade your in.
>
> > And then woke up.
>
> With shit on their shoes.
>
> > You'd have to peer through the wrong end of a telescope to even fit it
> into
> > your field of vision. Last month I stuck a camera on my head and went to
a
> > fancy dress party as a tripod. I won first prize.
>
>
> However did you get the cane out of your ass? And wasn't it difficult when
> people had to stand so close to pull the cord?
>
> > oooOOOooo!
>
> Glen, please wait until you stop posting to jack off.
>
> > I know a horse's ass when I see one Sharon, and that's really all I care
> to
> > know of equine matters
>
> Truly Glen, move your keyboard so you can't see the mirror, it reflects in
> your typing.
>
> > I was teasing you Sharon. "Sportscaster" is one word, no capitals
(unless,
> > should you be confused, it happens to ocurr at the beginning of a
> sentence).
> >
>
> Truly, I wouldn't know, most words that deal with sports are unknown to
me,
Yes. "Winner" and "loser" seem to cause you a great deal of confusion.
> by choice, since I regard any sport but polo that has a ball in it to be a
> complete waste of time.
>
> > At least I can take a dip in the sea without all those rubber dinghy's
> from
> > Greenpeace buzzing around trying to tow me back into deep water.
> >
>
> And here we were communicating so well and you drag Reinhold into it.
Glen,
> have you no shame at all?
>
> > I believe I already thanked you. As well as killing all organic matter,
it
> > also makes excellent paint-stripper. But somehow word seems to have
leaked
> > out and I keep getting phone calls from an excited sounding Iraqi in one
> of
> > Saddam Hussein's biological weapon development plants.
>
>
> Enough about your breath, lets talk about something interesting.
>
>
> > On the contrary, I tend to be the one who gets the inclination to
wander.
> > Regrettably, I've left a string of broken hearts behind me.
> >
>
> Sheep have no feelings Glen, they eat, screw and shit.
You'd have to ask Annie and his fellow sheep-shearers about that.
> Tracy Meisenbach
Glen Wall
Honestly Sharon, we all know that Annie has to hide behind your skirt, but
don't you think that answering my posts to him is perhaps going just a
little far. As you said, he's the King of the Lame-Flame, but if you don't
give him the opportunity to practice, how is he ever going to improve?
Glen.
Animeg3282
>Actually I posted no private email, this was a reply made to you that was in
>the group, follow the thread and you will see. I didn't drag anyone into
>anything, you asked me, in email, if Glen and I were friends, I replied, a
>completely different message and then found the same inquiry already in the
>group. You drug yourself in by even asking me about something Glen told you
>in private, and asking it in the group. Clean your closets first before
>trying to clean anyone elses.
>
Oh, well. It was an accident, HOWEVER, your trolling needed to be exposed
anyway. Maybe if CERTAIN people had the mature sensibilty of a 3 day old fetus,
we'd finally get some intelligent conversation here, instead of your moronic
trolling.
Hana no Kaitou
Pledged to the Way of the Wimp
Cause of the month: Pastel Yumi
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home page, and Fancy Lala fanclub.
Frank S
"Animeg3282" <anime...@aol.compelsia> wrote in message
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TrinityApp
-- > Honestly Sharon, we all know that Annie has to hide behind your skirt
You're just jealous you can't get near my skirt.
, but
> don't you think that answering my posts to him is perhaps going just a
> little far
Glen, your tripe was too irresistible I had to reply.
. As you said, he's the King of the Lame-Flame, but if you don't
> give him the opportunity to practice, how is he ever going to improve?
>
Actually Glenki, I was saying you were the king of lamers and would be found
doing a search on dipshit. Should you ever lift your head up from being
buggered by your Cambridge buddies you'd learn to read for comprehension.
Tracy Meisenbach
Anopheles
Joyseymour wrote:
> Shannon wrote:
>
> >Tracy said:
> >
> >>Winter is trying to clutch us with her icy fingers, I hope fall can
resist
> >>her grip a bit longer and let me get my work done.
> >>
> >
> >Yea, it's now 60 degrees instead of 70. Sorry, but that's how it
literally is
> >in my neck of the woods. I live in the US, if you're wondering
> >
>
> It was 65 here last week, today we have snow on the ground. Go figure.
> Actually, that's New England. Wait a minute, it will change.
>
Oh hum! 35 yesterday, 36 today. The tomatoes are filling out, the plums are
swelling, the apples are appearing and life is good. That's Oz.
Anopheles
TrinityApp
-- > Let's hope hubby doesn't find out, or it's back to peddling your ass at
> truck-stops!
Glen, you're not going too reverse psychology into hanging out at truck
stops with you.
> Not everyone shares your taste for bestiality dear.
>
IF I had a taste for bestiality you MIGHT have a chance, but alas, I only do
people so you're stuck loping the mule.
> That's rich, coming from a dumb-assed cowgirl who doesn't know a retort
from
> a tortilla.
>
A retort is a witty reply, something you've never provided. A tortilla is a
flat pan bread made from wheat or corn flour and favored in Mexican cuisine.
Like a tortilla you are easily spread and frequently slapped.
> Threw up his own with fear, more like.
But only after you underhandedly mentioned your desire to have sex with him.
> It certainly doesn't speak for you, that's for sure.
>
It what?
> Poor Sharon. I never wrote one for you and it still smarts, doesn't it?
You
> stick to your Harold Robbins dear - it will broaden your vocabulary.
>
Dearest Glen, get that bucket of your head and quit grinning.
> You're trying a bit too hard here Sharon.
>
Sadly for you Glen, I'm not trying at all, I'm merely typing responses while
reading and watching TV. I haven't even tried to draw blood yet, not that a
rock like person such as yourself has blood.
> No, you simply chose the wrong word as usual.
Truly, must have been that " pirahna" that scared me.
> I don't think you've quite got your head round the Big Bang theory dear.
In
> any case, I'm a proponent of the Big Joke theory.
Advocating the only theory that explains your existence is a bit self
centered Glen.
> Yes. "Winner" and "loser" seem to cause you a great deal of confusion.
Not at all. I'm a winner, you're a loser.
> You'd have to ask Annie and his fellow sheep-shearers about that.
But of course Glen. The " I know you are but what am I?" retort you learned
on Reinhold's ...er... knee, doesn't prove anything.
Tracy Meisenbach
TrinityApp
--
> We *don't* have to deal with this delusional, psychotic, cheap-looking,
> stupid, trashy, ignorant, insane, and extremely vulgar trailer-trash
> slut Meisen-fucked-in-the-Head.
Reyhole, you've returned and remain as limited as ever. Get some more
lessons in verbal aggression, you're still tedious.
Besides, I'm still a total babe and wouldn't fuck a fat oaf like you if
someone held a gun on me.
Tracy Meisenbach
Glen Wall
> Glenki, somehow without opposable thumbs, wrote,
>
at
> > truck-stops!
>
>
> Glen, you're not going too reverse psychology into hanging out at truck
> stops with you.
Why would psychology want to hang out at truck-stops with me?
> > Not everyone shares your taste for bestiality dear.
> >
>
> IF I had a taste for bestiality you MIGHT have a chance, but alas, I only
do
> people so you're stuck loping the mule.
What a keen pleasure it is to do battle with such a worthy opponent. What a
contrast your razor-sharp wit makes with Annie's dull-as-ditchwater replies!
> > That's rich, coming from a dumb-assed cowgirl who doesn't know a retort
> from
> > a tortilla.
> >
>
> A retort is a witty reply, something you've never provided. A tortilla is
a
> flat pan bread made from wheat or corn flour and favored in Mexican
cuisine.
> Like a tortilla you are easily spread and frequently slapped.
See - there you go again. Awesome! (But I suspect that, whilst YOU are no
doubt easily spread, as even the lowest ranch-hand would confirm, a few more
slaps would help you learn to respect your betters).
> > Threw up his own with fear, more like.
>
> But only after you underhandedly mentioned your desire to have sex with
him.
>
>
> > It certainly doesn't speak for you, that's for sure.
> >
>
> It what?
>
> > Poor Sharon. I never wrote one for you and it still smarts, doesn't it?
> You
> > stick to your Harold Robbins dear - it will broaden your vocabulary.
> >
>
> Dearest Glen, get that bucket of your head and quit grinning.
>
> > You're trying a bit too hard here Sharon.
> >
>
> Sadly for you Glen, I'm not trying at all, I'm merely typing responses
while
> reading and watching TV.
Surely it's a little early for the Jerry Springer Show?
I haven't even tried to draw blood yet, not that a
> rock like person such as yourself has blood.
>
> > No, you simply chose the wrong word as usual.
>
> Truly, must have been that " pirahna" that scared me.
>
> > I don't think you've quite got your head round the Big Bang theory dear.
> In
> > any case, I'm a proponent of the Big Joke theory.
>
> Advocating the only theory that explains your existence is a bit self
> centered Glen.
>
> > Yes. "Winner" and "loser" seem to cause you a great deal of confusion.
>
> Not at all. I'm a winner, you're a loser.
Exactly my point.
> > You'd have to ask Annie and his fellow sheep-shearers about that.
>
> But of course Glen. The " I know you are but what am I?" retort you
learned
> on Reinhold's ...er... knee, doesn't prove anything.
>
> Tracy Meisenbach
It proves that I, at least, have the capacity to learn. There are some who
never do.
Glen.
Glen Wall
> Glenki wrote:
>
> -- > Honestly Sharon, we all know that Annie has to hide behind your skirt
>
> You're just jealous you can't get near my skirt.
Yo! Spot on Miss Virginia. I cannot tell a lie. But I'd do a damn sight more
than cower behind it trembling, and you'd learn all you'll ever need to know
about the Big Bang.
> , but
> > don't you think that answering my posts to him is perhaps going just a
> > little far
>
> Glen, your tripe was too irresistible I had to reply.
>
>
> . As you said, he's the King of the Lame-Flame, but if you don't
> > give him the opportunity to practice, how is he ever going to improve?
> >
>
> Actually Glenki, I was saying you were the king of lamers and would be
found
> doing a search on dipshit. Should you ever lift your head up from being
> buggered by your Cambridge buddies you'd learn to read for comprehension.
Kiss my ass Traci!
> Tracy Meisenbach
> Glen.
>
>
TrinityApp
-- > Oh, well. It was an accident, HOWEVER, your trolling needed to be
exposed
> anyway. Maybe if CERTAIN people had the mature sensibilty of a 3 day old
fetus,
> we'd finally get some intelligent conversation here, instead of your
moronic
> trolling.
Accident or no, you posted a private email and reacted like a spoiled brat
when your got a reply in group. As for trolling, that is exactly what you
are doing now. If you will reread you email and my answer you will see I
never said I was pretending to hate Glen or that I was his ally, i merely
said you shouldn't A) believe him or B) disbelieve him, there is no proof
either way. I also stated that the fact you got such a statement from him,
by whatever means you used, and then blabbed it around the group in an
effort to show him up backfired because it made you look like a brat and
well below the maturity level of a three day old fetus, which by the way
wouldn't even have a brainstem so where does that put you? If you're gonna
play with fire expect to get burned. Now I suggest you return to what you do
best, whining and misspelling and flirting with men who are too old for you.
Tracy Meisenbach
Reinhold (Rey) Aman
[...]
> Besides, I'm still a total babe and wouldn't fuck a fat oaf like you
> if someone held a gun on me.
Bet you would if I offered you $10 or a carton of cheap cigarets.
Not that I would ever stick my dick into a sleazy slut like you, mind
you.
--
Reinhold ("Doc") Aman, Editor
Santa Rosa, CA 95402, USA
TrinityApp
-- > Why would psychology want to hang out at truck-stops with me?
I must confess to leaving out a word, the phrase should have read:
Glen, you're not going too reverse psychology " me" into hanging out at
truck
stops with you.
However, as I typed, I was laughing at the thought of some burly trucker
stuffing your dumb ass into the toilet and flushing your head, while he
hummed "Up against the wall red-neck Mother." A truly poetic image and one
worth reviewing.
> What a keen pleasure it is to do battle with such a worthy opponent. What
a
> contrast your razor-sharp wit makes with Annie's dull-as-ditchwater
replies!
>
Why thank you Glen. And while I don't share your views on Nophy, I find him
quite humorous, I'll admit that for sparring you far outshine the toad like
visage of the pop-eyed Bavarian rugmuncher who frequents the group. Prince
Dicky had lost all appeal as a troller, he simply hasn't the fortitude or
stamina, or verbal skills.
> See - there you go again. Awesome! (But I suspect that, whilst YOU are no
> doubt easily spread, as even the lowest ranch-hand would confirm, a few
more
> slaps would help you learn to respect your betters).
>
Glen, your lust and envy are showing. You know you are jealous of the fact
you could never hope to mount a beauty like me and that holding me down and
screaming like Tarzan is your deepest desire. But alas, you are tainted by
your association with Dicky and Icky and I can't see you as a man, so much
as a vermin with a few typing skills and candle wax on your upper back from
your late night get togethers.
> Surely it's a little early for the Jerry Springer Show?
There is something morbidly fascinating about watching a show about cousins
who marry and then encountering you on the net.
> Exactly my point.
>
So needledick is your nickname on the Cambridge campus?
Poor Glenki, first your teenage paramour dumps you in a snit, and now your
aging, cretinous buddy is mad because he's realized that you want me more.
Next Dicky will bitch slap you and scratch you face with his rapier sharp
nails (as opposed to his dull as a butter knife wit)
Tracy Meisenbach
Animeg3282
>
>How does a trolling express its needs?
>
By acting like an idiot? Of course, if the trolls had lives, this wouldn't
happen. Trolls are sad.
Animeg3282
>
>Accident or no, you posted a private email and reacted like a spoiled brat
>when your got a reply in group. As for trolling, that is exactly what you
>are doing now. If you will reread you email and my answer you will see I
>never said I was pretending to hate Glen or that I was his ally, i merely
>said you shouldn't A) believe him or B) disbelieve him, there is no proof
>either way. I also stated that the fact you got such a statement from him,
>by whatever means you used, and then blabbed it around the group in an
>effort to show him up backfired because it made you look like a brat and
>well below the maturity level of a three day old fetus, which by the way
>wouldn't even have a brainstem so where does that put you? If you're gonna
>play with fire expect to get burned. Now I suggest you return to what you do
>best, whining and misspelling and flirting with men who are too old for you.
Trolling? A troll is someone who INTENTIONALLY runs arpund trying to stir up
flames, like yourself. I, on the other hand, have better things to do than
spout lame spelling and age flames. Do you know what a friend is? Get some!
TrinityApp
-- > Trolling? A troll is someone who INTENTIONALLY runs arpund trying to
stir up
> flames, like yourself. I, on the other hand, have better things to do than
> spout lame spelling and age flames. Do you know what a friend is? Get
some!
Actually you are describing YOUR actions to a tee. You elicited information
from Glen and then immediately turned around and gave the information to me,
and after I replied you returned to Glen to tell him what I said. So who is
stirring stuff up? Who is seeking attention? Look in the mirror.
I have a lot of friends, and one of them just jerked your chain in a big
way, deal with it.
There is no need to stir up flames, people whine and carry on behind
other's backs and then mispost and whine some more provide all the flames
and trolling any group could desire.
Tracy Meisenbach
Anopheles
Glen Wall whined:
>
> There, there Annie. Things a bit slow on alt.white.power are they. Never
> mind, take a few more gulps of whisky and go hide behind Sharon's skirt,
> there's a good little boy.
>
> Zeig Heil!
>
> Glen.
So, you lowered the limbo bar yet again. Really, Aussies usually have a soft
spot for Poms, Glen. After all, if nothing else, they invented some rather
good games. Rugby, tennis, soccer, cricket, killing ignorant natives! No
mind that they can't play any of them to save their life, they are still
known for a "sporting attitude" which embraces doing the right thing. OK, so
you have soccer hooligans and lager louts, but no one is perfect.
Look at us Aussies. I know it is hard to believe but not all Aussies are
tanned, blue-eyed hunks over six foot tall. I'm afraid poor old Nev Johnston
buggered up that record when he only reached a fraction over 5 foot 11
inches, no matter how hard we stretched him over the clothes line. He was a
bloody great leg-spinner though.
Englishmen are still recognised for their sense of fair play, their ability
to laugh at themselves (it was that or go bonkers, if you think about it,
which explains English eccentricity) and their ability to lose graciously.
Perhaps this
is why I took you for an immigrant because you demonstrate none of this
qualities. When beaten at the very game that you introduce, you accuse
people of drunkenness and cowardice. Now we're down to calling adversaries
Nazis.
This must be really embarrassing to the other fine English people in this
group. I know, if you were Aussie, you would be taken down the back paddock
and giving a seeing to. Strangely, England seems tolerant of even the most
aberrant behaviour.
I know it must irk you that you have had so little success. You assumed that
because I ignored flaming some juveniles that I would be an easy target. Now
you realise, your judgement is just as poor as your ability to flame. You
copy everything original that is fed at you and within days, it is appearing
in your posts as your own. Really, Glen, I am concerned because you seem to
think others will no notice. There is a word for stealing other people's
work, Glen. A "famous" novelist would know that word.
I can only gather that you write in the horror genre for, as you display so
little knowledge of the real world and "human" behaviour, you must surely
writing about your own life.
Seriously, get a life, Glen. Behave like an Englishman, for once. Stop
attacking women and children. Go back to writing your illustrious novels. I
have lost patience with your childish way of flaming. It seems that you win
by driving people into the ground through mindless repetition, constant
copying of your opponent's text and turning reality on its tail. Now, that
may be "fun" to you but it is smells like a serious mental condition to me.
I understand now why you are ignored so deafeningly by serious people such
as Alan Hope, Maughan, etc. It isn't because they lost to your superior
ability, it is more that they realised that they were dealing with a child.
Anopheles
Glen Wall whined:
>
> There, there Annie. Things a bit slow on alt.white.power are they. Never
> mind, take a few more gulps of whisky and go hide behind Sharon's skirt,
> there's a good little boy.
>
> Zeig Heil!
>
> Glen.
So, you lowered the limbo bar yet again. Really, Aussies usually have a soft
Anopheles
Glen Wall copied:
>
> Annie poured a half-pint mug full of cooking sherry, gulped it down in one
> to steady his trembling hands, lit up a Malboro Lite (for REAL men!), and
> typed :
>
>
> > Glen Wall gave up, using someone else's material:
> >
> > Anopheles wrote in message:
> > >
> > >
> > > <snip> an unbelievably boring 12 KILOBYTES of drunken raving and
> > > excruciatingly embarrassing attempts at humour.
> >
> > Plus 10 kilobytes of brilliant responses from Anopheles
> >
> >
> > > ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............................
> >
>
It is hard to keep awake reading you.
>
> > How sad it is to see an ego deflate so loudly and publicly. If you had
> been
> > a better writer, Glen, you might have written it;
> >
> > "Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss."
>
>
>
> That's Sharon's joke Annie - though I can well understand why you wouldn't
> want to use your own material.
>
You have no shame at all have you? I accuse you of copying and, like
clockwork, back comes Glen with the same line. You're like a rabid Pappion
yapping at the heels of Dobermanns. Same brain size but the Pappion is more
interesting.
>
>
> > I sure as hell have no idea what all those dots are after the deflation
> > sound.
>
>
>
> Why, they're Annie's fleas of course.
Now that was original. It was also pathetic.
>
>
>
> It isn't a writing technique. Of course, it might represent what is
> > left of you after that humungous ego finally stopped defying nature.
> >
> > Not since Darius has anyone been so humbled
>
>
> Been surfing the kiddies educational sites again eh Annie?
Nothing worth a comment here
>
>
>
> yet surely you could still dream
> > vainly for some small victory rather than giving up in such humiliation?
>
>
> As you well know, you are the only one who has been repeatedly humiliated
in
> these exchanges.
You have a seriously sick mind. With you that is only a minor complaint.
>However, I have a reputation to consider.
Too late to start considering that now.
You know what
> they started saying about Mike Tyson when his manager kept on matching him
> with pushovers and duff opponents?
Let's get Glen? He is piss weak? Even a toddler can beat him?
I have to choose adversaries who can at
> least give me some sort of a run for my money,
How about a two day old baby?
and although these are
> certainly few and far between,
Of course, most are still suckling at the tit.
you don't begin to measure up, even as a
> sparring partner.
Thank God for that. I would hate being cut down that far.
>
>
> > So, how does this "celebrated writer"
>
>
> I certainly never used any such term.
Neither has anyone else, believe me. You have no originality so I cannot see
how a novelist is a career choice for you. I would say stay with the
teaching, except for the poor kids.
> (or whatever weird title you anointed
> > yourself with in an effort to be recognised in this group of real
writers)
> > cede the field to his betters? With a copy of Fishy's patented sign-off.
> No,
> > sad is hardly adequate. Neither is pathetic, miserable or forlorn.
> Failure,
> > even in one so inhuman as the Wall,is distressing for normal people to
> > witness. Of course, you wouldn't know this, Glennis, you need human
> > qualities to comprehend anything so subtle.
>
>
> God only knows what you're on about.
That's precisely what I was saying, Glen, you don't comprehend anything but
you're too dumb to see that. QED
>
> > So, Glen Wall comes in like tiger and leaves like a lump of jelly,
without
> a
> > roar, without even a whimper. Leaving just the symbol for what he
> represents
> > for all those who mistakenly read his incoherent scribbling.
> >
> > Bye, Glen.
>
>
> I really don't think you should drink alcohol on top of your medication
> Annie.
Why, what does it do? I take only Immodium. Absolutely necessary when anyone
talks to you.
See ya, Sicko
Anopheles
Anopheles
Glen Wall whined:
>
> There, there Annie. Things a bit slow on alt.white.power are they. Never
> mind, take a few more gulps of whisky and go hide behind Sharon's skirt,
> there's a good little boy.
>
> Zeig Heil!
>
> Glen.
So, you lowered the limbo bar yet again. Really, Aussies usually have a soft
Anopheles
I apologise for the multiple posting.
Anopheles
Glen Wall
Annie gulped down the last tube of his six-pack of Fosters, looked aroud in
vain for Sharon, or someone, anyone, to fight his battles for him, then
staggered across his lair to the computer, and began to type with trembling
hands as huge, salt tears ran down his unshaven cheeks :
> Glen Wall whined:
>
> >
> > There, there Annie. Things a bit slow on alt.white.power are they. Never
> > mind, take a few more gulps of whisky and go hide behind Sharon's skirt,
> > there's a good little boy.
> >
> > Zeig Heil!
> >
> > Glen.
>
> So, you lowered the limbo bar yet again. Really, Aussies usually have a
soft
> spot for Poms, Glen. After all, if nothing else, they invented some rather
> good games. Rugby, tennis, soccer, cricket, killing ignorant natives! No
> mind that they can't play any of them to save their life, they are still
> known for a "sporting attitude" which embraces doing the right thing. OK,
so
> you have soccer hooligans and lager louts, but no one is perfect.
> Look at us Aussies. I know it is hard to believe but not all Aussies are
> tanned, blue-eyed hunks over six foot tall. I'm afraid poor old Nev
Johnston
> buggered up that record when he only reached a fraction over 5 foot 11
> inches, no matter how hard we stretched him over the clothes line. He was
a
> bloody great leg-spinner though.
> Englishmen are still recognised for their sense of fair play, their
ability
> to laugh at themselves (it was that or go bonkers, if you think about it,
> which explains English eccentricity) and their ability to lose graciously.
> Perhaps this
> is why I took you for an immigrant because you demonstrate none of this
> qualities.
That's right Annie - never trust an Abo ! What would they know about fair
play or self-deprecating humour? You moronic bigot. No doubt you were one of
the many racist scumbags who went out into the bush with rifles, and hunted
Aborigines down like animals right up until the 1960's.
When beaten at the very game that you introduce, you accuse
> people of drunkenness and cowardice. Now we're down to calling adversaries
> Nazis.
> This must be really embarrassing to the other fine English people in this
> group. I know, if you were Aussie, you would be taken down the back
paddock
> and giving a seeing to. Strangely, England seems tolerant of even the most
> aberrant behaviour.
> I know it must irk you that you have had so little success. You assumed
that
> because I ignored flaming some juveniles that I would be an easy target.
Now
> you realise, your judgement is just as poor as your ability to flame.
Easy targets don't interest me. That's why I'm rapidly wearying of this
correspondence.
You
> copy everything original that is fed at you and within days, it is
appearing
>
> in your posts as your own.
One example please?
Really, Glen, I am concerned because you seem to
> think others will no notice. There is a word for stealing other people's
> work, Glen. A "famous" novelist
As you well know, I have never claimed to be a novelist, let alone a
"famous" novelist. I've asked you before to refrain from posting when you're
drunk. I know that my literary talents must seem massive to you when you
compare them with your own non-existent abilities, but I am in no way
responsible for your fantasies about me, or about yourself.
would know that word.
> I can only gather that you write in the horror genre for, as you display
so
> little knowledge of the real world and "human" behaviour, you must surely
> writing about your own life.
> Seriously, get a life, Glen. Behave like an Englishman, for once. Stop
> attacking women and children.
More fantasy Annie? What woman am I supposed to be attacking? Traci, who
loves a good verbal duel as much as a roll in the hay with a couple of
ranch-hands?
What child am I relentlessly abusing (apart from yourself, of course). But
wait just a minute - why of course - I viciously assaulted Hana by sending
her a post saying "Pastel Yumi sucks" and including an emoticon of a face
with its tongue sticking out ! You're absolutely right ! The poor dear's so
traumatised that she's been chatting away with me by email and sending me
URL's all throughout the evening. And she certainly won't thank you for
patronisingly referring to her as a "child".
Things are not as you thought and you don't like it, do you Annie. Not one
bit. You've made an even bigger fool of yourself than you could ever have
dreamed. Sir Galahad can metamorphose into Don Quixote with terrifying ease
and speed!
Go back to writing your illustrious novels. I
> have lost patience with your childish way of flaming. It seems that you
win
> by driving people into the ground through mindless repetition, constant
> copying of your opponent's text and turning reality on its tail. Now, that
> may be "fun" to you but it is smells like a serious mental condition to
me.
> I understand now why you are ignored so deafeningly by serious people such
> as Alan Hope, Maughan, etc. It isn't because they lost to your superior
> ability, it is more that they realised that they were dealing with a
child.
There, there, Annie. Now stick out your trembling paw and grope drunkenly
for the "send" button. Just look at the way your hands are shaking ! That's
it..................ooooooooops! Now see what you've done you drunken oaf.
You've sent out three copies of this pathetic post when no-one even wants to
read the first one !
What a clown !
Glen.
Animeg3282
>Actually you are describing YOUR actions to a tee. You elicited information
>from Glen and then immediately turned around and gave the information to me,
>and after I replied you returned to Glen to tell him what I said. So who is
>stirring stuff up? Who is seeking attention? Look in the mirror.
>I have a lot of friends, and one of them just jerked your chain in a big
>way, deal with it.
So you think ASKING QUESTIONS is stirring things up for flames? Some people
actually *DO* want to know things and not be ignorant as people like you are.
Of course, if you see malice in innocent questions, you need to go to your
local mental health clinic immedately. Anyway, if you had REAL friends, you'd
be doing stuff with them. Instead, you're sitting here, wishing for a vibrator
and flaming. Here is a list of activities you COULD do and maybe gain the
sembalance of a life. You probably don't have the intelligence for them, but
one must try!
Take up a sport
Make a webpage, but do remember, not everyone has the latest thing!
Play videogames, not only do they relax your tension, some can actually expand
that tiny mind of yours(if you see malicous intent in asking questions, there's
a seroius problem, you know)
Join a class on something, maybe you'd learn something
learn to paint
cook
make friends IRL, maybe you'd have something to do
wacth some anime, it'll broaden your cultural awareness
do some volunteer work, they all need more help, you know
or if all else fails,
go fornacate with a horse.
(also, your reply was a IKWYABWAI)
TrinityApp
-- > So you think ASKING QUESTIONS is stirring things up for flames?
I never said that, read for comprehension. I said asking questions of one
person and running to another with the answer and then taking that reply
back is stirring up trouble. You should have asked a question and kept the
answer to yourself. Now Glen and I both know you are a tattle tale and not
to be trusted.
Some people
> actually *DO* want to know things and not be ignorant as people like you
are.
Do you see me asking childish questions? No, because I'm not the ignorant
one here. Face it girl you got caught and the tables were turned on your
ploy of trying to stir up shit.
> Of course, if you see malice in innocent questions, you need to go to your
> local mental health clinic immediately
It wasn't innocent. You fully expected me to fly off the handle and roast
Glen for even suggesting we were friends, that was your full intent and
don't even bother trying to deny it. However, you have been outmaneuvered
and the beauty of it is, you still don't really know what the situation is.
. Anyway, if you had REAL friends, you'd
> be doing stuff with them
We routinely sit around and laugh at you childish attempts at trying to mind
fuck people, so far you're 0 for 7.
. Instead, you're sitting here, wishing for a vibrator
> and flaming
You sound like the expert on self gratification toys, tell us more!
. Here is a list of activities you COULD do and maybe gain the
> sembalance of a life. You probably don't have the intelligence for them,
but
> one must try!
This from someone who spends their days watching cartoons. Little girl you
have no idea about my life and are stepping into an area that is going to
get you soundly stomped.
> Take up a sport
You mean like riding and training horses at a World and National level?
> Make a webpage, but do remember, not everyone has the latest thing!
I have two websites and if you can get past the anime that clutters you
brain you'll remember I posted them here.
> Play videogames, not only do they relax your tension, some can actually
expand
> that tiny mind of yours(if you see malicous intent in asking questions,
there's
> a seroius problem, you know)
Video games are for people who don't have enough imagination for reality.
The funny part is I don't see malice in innocent questions, but I see
stupidity in a child trying to play adult games.
> Join a class on something, maybe you'd learn something
> learn to paint
You mean like doing gallery level pastel and speaking 5 languages? Get real
child.
> go fornacate with a horse.
> (also, your reply was a IKWYABWAI)
No you are trundling rapidly down the road of " I'll use this old cut down
because I'm too stupid to come up with a good one" and hit potholes every
step.
Your entire set of actions have proved once and for all what a child you
are, your future assertions of maturity will fall on deaf ears since now
EVERYONE in the group knows you're a tell-tale snit and incapable of keeping
a confidence. You made your bed, you lie in it.
Tracy Meisenbach
TrinityApp
> Yo! Spot on Miss Virginia. I cannot tell a lie. But I'd do a damn sight
more
> than cower behind it trembling, and you'd learn all you'll ever need to
know
> about the Big Bang.
>
Sure you would. I suspect first that you'd offer to try on my skirt, and
then my undies and by the time we were finished you'd be dressed as me and
offering yourself to Nophy.
> Kiss my ass Traci!
By your use of the " i" in my name I see you are trying to annoy me in the
way Hana tries. It won't work, I know you secretly yearn for each other and
her whole snit is about the fact she realized that you yearn for me more and
she is jealous.
Tracy Meisenbach
Glen Wall
Anopheles <hi...@rabbit.com.au> wrote in message
news:3844...@news.internex.net.au...
>
> I apologise for the multiple posting.
>
> Anopheles
Don't post when you're drunk, then you won't need to apologise - (except for
the literary quality of your offerings).
Glen Wall
> Glenki, oozing charm, wrote:
>
> > Yo! Spot on Miss Virginia. I cannot tell a lie. But I'd do a damn sight
> more
> > than cower behind it trembling, and you'd learn all you'll ever need to
> know
> > about the Big Bang.
> >
> Sure you would. I suspect first that you'd offer to try on my skirt, and
> then my undies and by the time we were finished you'd be dressed as me and
> offering yourself to Nophy.
Nophy? As in the legal term, no win, Nophy? No-win Nophy! Traci you're a
genius - you've given me the perfect new name for our inebriate
acquantaince. No-win Nophy, the clown who never wins, it is!
> > Kiss my ass Traci!
>
> By your use of the " i" in my name I see you are trying to annoy me in the
> way Hana tries. It won't work, I know you secretly yearn for each other
and
> her whole snit is about the fact she realized that you yearn for me more
and
> she is jealous.
Kiss it again - slowly, this time.
> Tracy Meisenbach
Glen.
>
Glen Wall
> Glenki wrote:
>
> -- > Why would psychology want to hang out at truck-stops with me?
>
>
> I must confess to leaving out a word, the phrase should have read:
> Glen, you're not going too reverse psychology " me" into hanging out at
> truck
> stops with you.
Heh, you sure are one dumb-assed broad !
> However, as I typed, I was laughing at the thought of some burly trucker
> stuffing your dumb ass into the toilet and flushing your head, while he
> hummed "Up against the wall red-neck Mother." A truly poetic image and one
> worth reviewing.
It's your ass he'd come for next, with a couple of sticky ten dollar bills
in his mitt to purchase exclusive rights.
> > What a keen pleasure it is to do battle with such a worthy opponent.
What
> a
> > contrast your razor-sharp wit makes with Annie's dull-as-ditchwater
> replies!
> >
>
> Why thank you Glen. And while I don't share your views on Nophy, I find
him
> quite humorous,
"Quite humorous"......"quite humorous". Quite humorous = not very humorous =
bloody pathetic! In literary circles, this is known as "damning with faint
praise!". Well done Traci ! With friends like you, No-win Nophy certainly
doesn't need any enemies !
I'll admit that for sparring you far outshine the toad like
> visage of the pop-eyed Bavarian rugmuncher who frequents the group. Prince
> Dicky had lost all appeal as a troller, he simply hasn't the fortitude or
> stamina, or verbal skills.
Divide and conquer eh Sharon. Machiavelli you 'aint ! They both know how to
put an insolent cowgirl across their knee and teach her some manners!
> > See - there you go again. Awesome! (But I suspect that, whilst YOU are
no
> > doubt easily spread, as even the lowest ranch-hand would confirm, a few
> more
> > slaps would help you learn to respect your betters).
> >
>
> Glen, your lust and envy are showing. You know you are jealous of the fact
> you could never hope to mount a beauty like me and that holding me down
and
> screaming like Tarzan is your deepest desire.
There's always room for one more Sharon.
But alas, you are tainted by
> your association with Dicky and Icky and I can't see you as a man, so much
> as a vermin with a few typing skills and candle wax on your upper back
from
> your late night get togethers.
>
> > Surely it's a little early for the Jerry Springer Show?
>
> There is something morbidly fascinating about watching a show about
cousins
> who marry and then encountering you on the net.
>
> > Exactly my point.
> >
>
> So needledick is your nickname on the Cambridge campus?
>
> Poor Glenki, first your teenage paramour dumps you in a snit,
First I've heard of it. Oh well, she's left her first editions of WB Yeats
and her Rio mp3 player behind, so you might as well come on over. That
pantomime horse costume is still somewhere in the back of the closet, and
I'll lay in a nosebag full of oats in case you fall prey to post-coital
hunger. You got some hard riding ahead of you Traci - I hope you can last
out the course!
and now your
> aging, cretinous buddy is mad because he's realized that you want me more.
> Next Dicky will bitch slap you and scratch you face with his rapier sharp
> nails (as opposed to his dull as a butter knife wit)
Machiavelli, Virginia cowgirl style.
> Tracy Meisenbach
Glen.
>
Animeg3282
>I never said that, read for comprehension. I said asking questions of one
>person and running to another with the answer and then taking that reply
>back is stirring up trouble. You should have asked a question and kept the
>answer to yourself. Now Glen and I both know you are a tattle tale and not
>to be trusted.
>
>
Why? I wanted to know BOTH sides. Running around with only one side and jumping
to conculsions is a surer way of turning up trouble. Also, why do you assume I
care?
>
>Do you see me asking childish questions? No, because I'm not the ignorant
>one here. Face it girl you got caught and the tables were turned on your
>ploy of trying to stir up shit.
>
Yes, you were the one trying to troll. I did not know that, and was looking for
the other side of the story. You must remember that I know mostly sensible and
mature individuals, so I don't automatically assume that everyone is out to get
me. I'm sorry it's not the case in your life. However, if you are this paraniod
IRL, maybe you should check in the phone book under 'mental health' There are
many fine clinics to assist you.
>
>It wasn't innocent. You fully expected me to fly off the handle and roast
>Glen for even suggesting we were friends, that was your full intent and
>don't even bother trying to deny it. However, you have been outmaneuvered
>and the beauty of it is, you still don't really know what the situation is.
>
Not at all! This would be fine fiction! However, the reality isn't like your
paraniod imaginings have it. Maybe you have never ask a question out of
curiosity in your life. If so, I'm sorry for you.
>
>We routinely sit around and laugh at you childish attempts at trying to mind
>fuck people, so far you're 0 for 7.
Maybe you should stop smoking crack?
>
>
>You sound like the expert on self gratification toys, tell us more!
>
I have never had a vibrator, but I have heard that they are for people who
can't get laid.
>
>
>This from someone who spends their days watching cartoons. Little girl you
>have no idea about my life and are stepping into an area that is going to
>get you soundly stomped.
>
Yes, I do wacth animated things. HOWEVER, you show your ignorance of anime, in
this statement. Many anime shows have deep plotlines and chracters that would
put many novelists to shame
>
>You mean like riding and training horses at a World and National level?
*laughs* Nice joke, lady!
>
>
>I have two websites and if you can get past the anime that clutters you
>brain you'll remember I posted them here.
WOOOHOO! Not only do you show your ignorance of anime, you show your ignorance
of the fact that other people have other things to do than think about your
pathetic postings
>
>Video games are for people who don't have enough imagination for reality.
>The funny part is I don't see malice in innocent questions, but I see
>stupidity in a child trying to play adult games.
Not to mention, your ignorance of video games, maybe try to PLAY one? Oooh, and
a lame age flame! REAL imagnation there!
>
>You mean like doing gallery level pastel and speaking 5 languages? Get real
>child.
Nice fantasy life! However, reality sets in.
>
>No you are trundling rapidly down the road of " I'll use this old cut down
>because I'm too stupid to come up with a good one" and hit potholes every
>step.
It's true, however, and should be pointed out.
>
>
>Your entire set of actions have proved once and for all what a child you
>are, your future assertions of maturity will fall on deaf ears since now
>EVERYONE in the group knows you're a tell-tale snit and incapable of keeping
>a confidence. You made your bed, you lie in it.
>
OHH! Yet another age flame. Really digging, there. Bad memories of when you
were a 'child', dear? Just because all the older kids beat your butt when you
were little is no reason to lash out at others. As I said, get mental help,ok?
TrinityApp
--
> Heh, you sure are one dumb-assed broad !
>
Doubtful. Are you still swimming with the piranha? Although I don't think,
even as frenzied as they get when confronted with a free meal, they would
risk biting you. Syphilis of the mouth being a big concern for fish in the
Amazon.
> It's your ass he'd come for next, with a couple of sticky ten dollar bills
> in his mitt to purchase exclusive rights.
Glen, after the burly trucker was done with you he would kick back, light a
smoke and provide discourse on whether you were a good partner. Of course
he'd praise your oral skills and wax poetic on the shagginess of your ass,
but his comments on your dick would, I fear, wound you and you'd end up
going fetal and catatonic when you realized were not his truck stop queen,
but merely a pot hole in the road of life.
> "Quite humorous"......"quite humorous". Quite humorous = not very humorous
=
> bloody pathetic! In literary circles, this is known as "damning with faint
> praise!". Well done Traci ! With friends like you, No-win Nophy certainly
> doesn't need any enemies !
You are incorrect again Glen. Right now you're running 0-5 on your
assumptions. I mean, and said clearly, I find Nophy very funny, far more so
than you and should the end of the world come about and only us three left,
Nophy won't be the one doing the watching you can be sure.
> Divide and conquer eh Sharon. Machiavelli you 'aint ! They both know how
to
> put an insolent cowgirl across their knee and teach her some manners!
Divide? I wouldn't risk getting between you and your buddies. I have no
desire to have pock marks made up and down my legs as the three of you hunch
away like rabid poodles. As for laying me across their laps, I doubt
Reinhold has even seen his lap, much less his dick, in several years and
Dicky couldn't manage since it would mean he'd have to uncross his legs.
> There's always room for one more Sharon.
Glen, quit advertising for crotch lice, they can't read and I'm sure the
ones you possess will breed up a new batch soon.
> First I've heard of it. Oh well, she's left her first editions of WB Yeats
> and her Rio mp3 player behind, so you might as well come on over
Don't forget those little Pokeman dolls that Burger King is offering now.
. That
> pantomime horse costume is still somewhere in the back of the closet
Reinhold already said he wouldn't get it in with you. Glen you must allow
Reinhold his space, give him time and quit trying to lure him into sex so
soon in your relationship.
, and
> I'll lay in a nosebag full of oats in case you fall prey to post-coital
> hunger
Watching you and Reinhold have sex wouldn't make me hungry, it would make me
puke, which would then make you hungry.
. You got some hard riding ahead of you Traci - I hope you can last
> out the course!
Glen, being a dick, isn't indicative of having a dick.
> Machiavelli, Virginia cowgirl style.
Oh please. Don't align me with some aging sex pervert head case. I prefer
Dorothy Parker.
Tracy Meisenbach
Prince Richard Kaminski
Animeg3282 wrote:
> Anyway, if you had REAL friends, you'd
> be doing stuff with them. Instead, you're sitting here, wishing for a vibrator
> and flaming. Here is a list of activities you COULD do and maybe gain the
> sembalance of a life. You probably don't have the intelligence for them, but
> one must try!
>
> or if all else fails,
> go fornacate with a horse.
Yes, I can see Shannon heartily disapproves of flaming ... ;-)
Glen Wall
Traci thed :
> Glenki, in an estrogen fit that would shame Margaret Thatcher, wrote:
>
> --
> > Heh, you sure are one dumb-assed broad !
> >
>
> Doubtful. Are you still swimming with the piranha? Although I don't think,
> even as frenzied as they get when confronted with a free meal, they would
> risk biting you. Syphilis of the mouth being a big concern for fish in the
> Amazon.
As you no doubt discovered when you were last out there negotiating a
contract to supply the natives with consignments of your tampon tea to dip
their arrows into.
> > It's your ass he'd come for next, with a couple of sticky ten dollar
bills
> > in his mitt to purchase exclusive rights.
>
> Glen, after the burly trucker was done with you he would kick back, light
a
> smoke and provide discourse on whether you were a good partner. Of course
> he'd praise your oral skills and wax poetic on the shagginess of your ass,
> but his comments on your dick would, I fear, wound you and you'd end up
> going fetal and catatonic when you realized were not his truck stop queen,
> but merely a pot hole in the road of life.
Somehow, I don't think so. After he'd enjoyed his $20 worth he'd be too busy
high-tailing it to the nearest pharmacy to get some cream for crabs - and
I'm not talking about garlic mayonaisse.
> > "Quite humorous"......"quite humorous". Quite humorous = not very
humorous
> =
> > bloody pathetic! In literary circles, this is known as "damning with
faint
> > praise!". Well done Traci ! With friends like you, No-win Nophy
certainly
> > doesn't need any enemies !
>
> You are incorrect again Glen. Right now you're running 0-5 on your
> assumptions. I mean, and said clearly, I find Nophy very funny, far more
so
> than you.
Nice try Sharon, but what you clearly said was, "QUITE humorous", as in "NOT
VERY humorous". Nothing equivocal or ambiguous there Sweetheart. "Quite
humorous" is about as lukewarm as No-win Nophy's reanimated corpse. And just
about as funny. You're better at peddling your ass than you are at
back-pedaling!
>should the end of the world come about and only us three left,
> Nophy won't be the one doing the watching you can be sure.
That's right. I should imagine that it's hard to watch anything when your
hiding behind someone's skirt quaking with terror.
> > Divide and conquer eh Sharon. Machiavelli you 'aint ! They both know how
> to
> > put an insolent cowgirl across their knee and teach her some manners!
>
> Divide? I wouldn't risk getting between you and your buddies. I have no
> desire to have pock marks made up and down my legs as the three of you
hunch
> away like rabid poodles. As for laying me across their laps, I doubt
> Reinhold has even seen his lap, much less his dick, in several years and
> Dicky couldn't manage since it would mean he'd have to uncross his legs.
I can see from the detailed intensity of your visualisation that this is
obviously a favourite fantasy of yours! Well, that's just fine. Nothing to
be ashamed of there Sharon!
> > There's always room for one more Sharon.
>
> Glen, quit advertising for crotch lice, they can't read and I'm sure the
> ones you possess will breed up a new batch soon.
If not I'll mail you for fresh supplies.
> > First I've heard of it. Oh well, she's left her first editions of WB
Yeats
> > and her Rio mp3 player behind, so you might as well come on over
>
> Don't forget those little Pokeman dolls that Burger King is offering now.
Freudian slip dear, it's pokemon, not, "pokeman". If you need a man to poke
you, you know where to come!
> . That
> > pantomime horse costume is still somewhere in the back of the closet
>
>
> Reinhold already said he wouldn't get it in with you. Glen you must allow
> Reinhold his space, give him time and quit trying to lure him into sex so
> soon in your relationship.
>
> , and
> > I'll lay in a nosebag full of oats in case you fall prey to post-coital
> > hunger
>
> Watching you and Reinhold have sex wouldn't make me hungry, it would make
me
> puke, which would then make you hungry.
Sometimes you're just too GROSS for words!
> . You got some hard riding ahead of you Traci - I hope you can last
> > out the course!
>
> Glen, being a dick, isn't indicative of having a dick.
I'm glad to see you formulating an accurate assessment of No-win Nophy, the
skirt-clinging "Real Man" from Down Under.
> > Machiavelli, Virginia cowgirl style.
>
> Oh please. Don't align me with some aging sex pervert head case. I prefer
> Dorothy Parker.
"Boys don't make passes
At horse's asses".
> Tracy Meisenbach
> Glen.
>
>
TrinityApp
-- > Why? I wanted to know BOTH sides. Running around with only one side and
jumping
> to conculsions is a surer way of turning up trouble.
You could have simply asked one question of each of us and gone on without
telling the other what was said. You are a gossip monger and a trouble
maker.
Also, why do you assume I
> care?
>
If you didn't care why did you bother to ask in the first place?
> Yes, you were the one trying to troll. I did not know that, and was
looking for
> the other side of the story.
You are utterly and completely full of shit. Glen, Nophy and i have been
debating for months, yet suddenly you felt the need to question each of us
about our motives and then to spread innuendo and misspost email. Get real.
You and Bill Clinton, you're like this X.
You must remember that I know mostly sensible and
> mature individuals, so I don't automatically assume that everyone is out
to get
> me.
Oh? Then explain your reaction to mis-posting your own email and then
blaming me? Was it paranoia or simple stupidity?
I'm sorry it's not the case in your life. However, if you are this paraniod
> IRL, maybe you should check in the phone book under 'mental health' There
are
> many fine clinics to assist you.
You are projecting your failings onto others. I haven't a paranoid bone in
my body, nor do I do secretive sniping and whining. You're the expert on
that.
> Not at all! This would be fine fiction! However, the reality isn't like
your
> paraniod imaginings have it. Maybe you have never ask a question out of
> curiosity in your life. If so, I'm sorry for you.
Get real. the reality is: Hana fucked up big time and got caught.
I've asked plenty of questions, but not with the intent of pulling a
childish game of tit for tat.
> Maybe you should stop smoking crack?
>
I have never smoked ANYTHING in my life. Your failings do not need to be
brought to light.
> I have never had a vibrator, but I have heard that they are for people who
> can't get laid.
More sexual expertise from a fifteen year old? What next are you and Dr.
Ruth gonna tag team a book on how to get laid in a Dodge Neon?
> Yes, I do wacth animated things. HOWEVER, you show your ignorance of
anime, in
> this statement. Many anime shows have deep plotlines and chracters that
would
> put many novelists to shame
Hahahahahaa. Deep for someone with the imagination of a toadstool. Get real.
> *laughs* Nice joke, lady!
You think? Then I suggest you go here: http://www.stylinontheweb.com/receq/
Look under picture for Rogue Star. He's a FEI third level horse and worth
more than most people's houses. You know shit about my life offline,
continuing on your petty insults is only going to make you look more foolish
than you already do.
> WOOOHOO! Not only do you show your ignorance of anime, you show your
ignorance
> of the fact that other people have other things to do than think about
your
> pathetic postings
>
You were obviously concerned enough about my postings to inquire of another
person what they meant, the funny part is, you have no idea how many people
are in on it, or not.
> Not to mention, your ignorance of video games, maybe try to PLAY one?
Oooh, and
> a lame age flame! REAL imagnation there!
>
All video games are are virtual masturbation. Play with yourself, you're
good at it.
> Nice fantasy life! However, reality sets in.
Reality Hana is that you know dick about life outside of the TV screen and
what grouping your boyfriend's jockey shorted crotch has taught you.
> It's true, however, and should be pointed out
Your behavior has already pointed out your immaturity and the fact you can't
be trusted. We already knew you were lame.
> OHH! Yet another age flame. Really digging, there. Bad memories of when
you
> were a 'child', dear? Just because all the older kids beat your butt when
you
> were little is no reason to lash out at others. As I said, get mental
help,ok?
I had a wonderful childhood, and since I was 5'9" at 14 there weren't many
other kids who even offered to play whip ass with me. I'm been competing at
adult levels since I was 15, what have you done with your time other than
play childish snit games and watch cartoons?
Mental help would be out for you, first you have to have a brain.
Tracy Meisenbach
Prince Richard Kaminski
TrinityApp wrote:
> Glen, Nophy and i have been
> debating for months,
"Debating." I love it!
Glen Wall
Prince Richard Kaminski <richard....@lineone.net> wrote in message
news:3845A32F...@lineone.net...
I wondered who would be the first to spot that splendid euphemism!
Glen.
TrinityApp
brain, wrote
-- > As you no doubt discovered when you were last out there negotiating a
> contract to supply the natives with consignments of your tampon tea to dip
> their arrows into.
Your are definitely projecting. I have never been to South America, nor do i
fish. You on the other hand, feel comfortable enough with the native lingo
to misspell their words and berate their fish for having bad manners.
> Somehow, I don't think so. After he'd enjoyed his $20 worth he'd be too
busy
> high-tailing it to the nearest pharmacy to get some cream for crabs - and
> I'm not talking about garlic mayonaisse.
>
Glen, if you were only gonna charge him $20.00 for riding you like a rented
mule you might as well have given it to him for free!
> Nice try Sharon, but what you clearly said was, "QUITE humorous", as in
"NOT
> VERY humorous". Nothing equivocal or ambiguous there Sweetheart. "Quite
> humorous" is about as lukewarm as No-win Nophy's reanimated corpse. And
just
> about as funny. You're better at peddling your ass than you are at
> back-pedaling!
Quite: adv. 1. Completely, wholly or entirely. 2. actually, really or truly.
3. to a considerable degree.
So "Quite Humorous" means very humorous. I think you are quite ignorant to
misinterpret the meaning.
> That's right. I should imagine that it's hard to watch anything when your
> hiding behind someone's skirt quaking with terror.
>
Glen, Nophy doesn't wear skirts, he hasn't your taste for feminine apparel.
I suspect if the end of the world came about you'd miss since your head
would be up your ass kissing its shaking cheeks goodbye.
> I can see from the detailed intensity of your visualisation that this is
> obviously a favourite fantasy of yours! Well, that's just fine. Nothing to
> be ashamed of there Sharon!
>
Oh don't make me barf. The thought of you, Prince Dicky and Icky pulling a
choo choo is to gross for words. I would stab my own eyes out rather than
watch your pale fish belly white flaccid corpses flogging away at one
another.
> If not I'll mail you for fresh supplies.
>
I'm not gonna send you another blow up doll Glen. After you punctured the
last one with your needle dick you're cut off.
> Freudian slip dear, it's pokemon, not, "pokeman". If you need a man to
poke
> you, you know where to come!
I know if I needed a man to poke I wouldn't be coming to you, I'd be going
out the door in a big hurry.
> Sometimes you're just too GROSS for words
It's part of my charm. :)
> I'm glad to see you formulating an accurate assessment of No-win Nophy,
the
> skirt-clinging "Real Man" from Down Under
Nophy could cling to my skirt any day. I know if he ripped it from me it
would be with the intent of full scale ravishment, such as a girl dreams
about. You, on the other hand, would divest me of my garments and try them
on yourself, then attack Nophy in a lustful frenzy.
> "Boys don't make passes
> At horse's asses".
Well there you go. It's why Reinhold doesn't want to be in the horse's suit
with you!
Tracy Meisenbach
Glen Wall
Traci thed :
> Glen, showing his mental deterioration do to syphilitic lesions on the
> brain, wrote
>
>
> -- > As you no doubt discovered when you were last out there negotiating a
> > contract to supply the natives with consignments of your tampon tea to
dip
> > their arrows into.
>
> Your are definitely projecting. I have never been to South America, nor do
i
> fish.
Oh but you do Sharon. It's just that you never catch anything except crabs!
You on the other hand, feel comfortable enough with the native lingo
> to misspell their words and berate their fish for having bad manners.
>
> > Somehow, I don't think so. After he'd enjoyed his $20 worth he'd be too
> busy
> > high-tailing it to the nearest pharmacy to get some cream for crabs -
and
> > I'm not talking about garlic mayonaisse.
> >
>
> Glen, if you were only gonna charge him $20.00 for riding you like a
rented
> mule you might as well have given it to him for free!
I wouldn't want to undercut you and put you out of business.
> > Nice try Sharon, but what you clearly said was, "QUITE humorous", as in
> "NOT
> > VERY humorous". Nothing equivocal or ambiguous there Sweetheart. "Quite
> > humorous" is about as lukewarm as No-win Nophy's reanimated corpse. And
> just
> > about as funny. You're better at peddling your ass than you are at
> > back-pedaling!
>
> Quite: adv. 1. Completely, wholly or entirely. 2. actually, really or
truly.
> 3. to a considerable degree.
>
> So "Quite Humorous" means very humorous. I think you are quite ignorant to
> misinterpret the meaning.
I use English dictionaries, not dream dictionaries.
> > That's right. I should imagine that it's hard to watch anything when
your
> > hiding behind someone's skirt quaking with terror.
> >
>
> Glen, Nophy doesn't wear skirts, he hasn't your taste for feminine
apparel.
> I suspect if the end of the world came about you'd miss since your head
> would be up your ass kissing its shaking cheeks goodbye.
Is that how you came to miss out on learning anything at school?
> > I can see from the detailed intensity of your visualisation that this is
> > obviously a favourite fantasy of yours! Well, that's just fine. Nothing
to
> > be ashamed of there Sharon!
> >
>
> Oh don't make me barf. The thought of you, Prince Dicky and Icky pulling a
> choo choo is to gross for words. I would stab my own eyes out rather than
> watch your pale fish belly white flaccid corpses flogging away at one
> another.
First she's Machiavelli, now Oedipus Rex. My, what an upmarket cowgirl!
> > If not I'll mail you for fresh supplies.
> >
>
> I'm not gonna send you another blow up doll Glen. After you punctured the
> last one with your needle dick you're cut off.
Perhaps that joke's beginning to wear a little thin Traci? *Anticipating
predictable, inevitable reply* - "Perhaps Plastic Polly's beginning to wear
a bit thin Glen. You should give her a rest now and then". Yawn.
> > Freudian slip dear, it's pokemon, not, "pokeman". If you need a man to
> poke
> > you, you know where to come!
>
> I know if I needed a man to poke I wouldn't be coming to you, I'd be going
> out the door in a big hurry.
Right across to the stables.
> > Sometimes you're just too GROSS for words
>
> It's part of my charm. :)
Ah. Right.
> > I'm glad to see you formulating an accurate assessment of No-win Nophy,
> the
> > skirt-clinging "Real Man" from Down Under
>
> Nophy could cling to my skirt any day. I know if he ripped it from me it
> would be with the intent of full scale ravishment, such as a girl dreams
> about.
You'd be lucky! An embarrassing, drunken fumble at the buttons of your
blouse is about the best you could hope for, before he passed out on the
floor snoring his empty head off !
You, on the other hand, would divest me of my garments and try them
> on yourself, then attack Nophy in a lustful frenzy.
It's you I'd concentrate on babe, and leave No-win Nophy to his Kangaroo.
> > "Boys don't make passes
> > At horse's asses".
>
> Well there you go. It's why Reinhold doesn't want to be in the horse's
suit
> with you!
No. It's the thought of having to endure your post-coital chit-chat that put
him off the idea.
> Tracy Meisenbach
> Glen.
>
>
Reinhold (Rey) Aman
More proof of Meisenbrain's total insanity & pathological delusion:
> You mean like doing gallery level pastel and speaking 5 languages?
This stupid trailer-trash slut now adds to her other imaginary
achievements: she's allegedly a gallery-level pastel artist and a
pentaglot!
Jesus fuckin' Christ, Trashy Traci, you ignorant cunt, you can't even
effectively use your mother tongue, English! Plus, you sick fuck,
copying a few words and phrases from a travel guide does not mean you
*speak* that language, you monolingual moron.
The few foreign-language words and phrases you've used in this NG were
as fucked up as your rudimentary brainlet is, as I have demonstrated.
Just shut the fuck up, you bragging, vulgar, attention-hungry nutsoid.
P.S. Do try to get over your obsession with me, asshole. The other
people in this NG have written thousands of posts without mentioning
"Reinhold."
--
Reinhold ("Doc") Aman, Polyglot Editor
Santa Rosa, CA 95402, USA
http://www.sonic.net/maledicta/
Animeg3282
>You could have simply asked one question of each of us and gone on without
>telling the other what was said. You are a gossip monger and a trouble
>maker.
But I was asking YOU about infomation that Glen volunteered. If it was false,
you would have told me.
>
>If you didn't care why did you bother to ask in the first place?
I was curious.
>
>You are utterly and completely full of shit. Glen, Nophy and i have been
>debating for months, yet suddenly you felt the need to question each of us
>about our motives and then to spread innuendo and misspost email. Get real.
>You and Bill Clinton, you're like this X.
>
But Glen didn't say anything about that for months, and so I thought he was
just a garden variety troll.
>
>Oh? Then explain your reaction to mis-posting your own email and then
>blaming me? Was it paranoia or simple stupidity?
>
I wasn't paying attention.
>
>You are projecting your failings onto others. I haven't a paranoid bone in
>my body, nor do I do secretive sniping and whining. You're the expert on
>that.
If you aren't paraniod, why did you automatically assume that a mistake was
this horrible plan that you accuse me of cooking up?
>
>Get real. the reality is: Hana fucked up big time and got caught.
>I've asked plenty of questions, but not with the intent of pulling a
>childish game of tit for tat.
Me neither, however, I believe you have more the personality for that kind of
thing.
>
>I have never smoked ANYTHING in my life. Your failings do not need to be
>brought to light.
I never smoke anything. However, your ramblings sound like you do.
>
>
>More sexual expertise from a fifteen year old? What next are you and Dr.
>Ruth gonna tag team a book on how to get laid in a Dodge Neon?
#1--5000000 points for age lame. Age lames are about as good of a flame as
calling someone a 'nigger'
>
>Hahahahahaa. Deep for someone with the imagination of a toadstool. Get real.
Yes, I have a tendancy not to jump as wildly to conculsions as you do. However,
MY opinions on anime are based on what are called FACTS, not to mention I have
actually SEEN some.
>You think? Then I suggest you go here: http://www.stylinontheweb.com/receq/
>Look under picture for Rogue Star. He's a FEI third level horse and worth
>more than most people's houses. You know shit about my life offline,
>continuing on your petty insults is only going to make you look more foolish
>than you already do.
First, look at the fact you look like: some old hag bagging on a person younger
than her because she made a mistake, and instead of acting with the maturity of
a 3 day old fetus, you just HAD to come back with inane insults that are worse
than what a crack addicted monkey could fart out. However, I don't care WHAT
you make up, if you REALLY did all that, you would NOT have time to act like a
moron on USENET, you'd be doing something productive.
>
>You were obviously concerned enough about my postings to inquire of another
>person what they meant, the funny part is, you have no idea how many people
>are in on it, or not.
I was curious. The 'I'm in a secret club' crap was stupid back in 1st grade,
lady
>
>All video games are are virtual masturbation. Play with yourself, you're
>good at it.
>
Note the total lack of facts. Note the ignorance displayed. Note the fact that
you haven't given one example to back yourself up. Not to mention you forget
all the thousands of multiplayer games.
>
>Reality Hana is that you know dick about life outside of the TV screen and
>what grouping your boyfriend's jockey shorted crotch has taught you.
I know how to be kind to others. I can be respectful, unless like you, the
person has shown his/herself to be an unrepentant moron. I know what a lot of
things are like. Not to mention, stop daydreaming about me and my boyfriend.
>
>Your behavior has already pointed out your immaturity and the fact you can't
>be trusted. We already knew you were lame.
>
and we all know that YOUR immaturity is greater. _I_ would have said that that
person made a mistake, like a polite and sensible person. Unlike you, who has
to make age lames.
>
>I had a wonderful childhood, and since I was 5'9" at 14 there weren't many
>other kids who even offered to play whip ass with me. I'm been competing at
>adult levels since I was 15, what have you done with your time other than
>play childish snit games and watch cartoons?
Maybe I write, I read, I draw, I compete in science competions, I run, I talk
on the phone, I maintain my webpage, I endorse shoujo awareness, I try to help
the environment I cook, and I make nearly straight A's?Not to mention, I can be
polite, I empathize with people, I understand a lot of complex concepts that
you can't. Such as the fact that older people are not inherently better than
younger people, everyone needs respect, the power of empathy, just because I
don't understand it doesn't mean it's bad, the power of learning to accept
others, the fact that being an arse doesn't make you a better person, it just
makes you an arse. Maybe if you learned those concepts, you'd be able to do
something besides being lame?
>
>Mental help would be out for you, first you have to have a brain.
>
Oh, and the last complex concept is: different isn't stupid. stupid is stupid.
different's just different.
Glen Wall
> >
> > Annie poured a half-pint mug full of cooking sherry, gulped it down in
one
> > to steady his trembling hands, lit up a Malboro Lite (for REAL men!),
and
> > typed :
> >
<snip> 10 kilobytes of drunken, racist ramblings.
http://www.geocities.com/CapitolHill/Senate/2680/
http://www.angelfire.com/ak/alchanon/
Glen.
Glen Wall
Anopheles <hi...@jeack.com.au> wrote in message news:3840e8cd@tyson...
>
> Prince Richard Kaminski mumbled:
> >
> > Anopheles wrote:
> >
> > > So you're painting too? My job is hardly a barn, more a bungalow, out
by
> the
> > > trees where the kangaroo and wallaby come softly down at dusk and the
> > > parrots and cockatoos add their colour to the twilight. Here it is
> spring
> > > and the flowers are in abundance and the tomatoes are ripening. Life
is
> > > good.
> >
> > WTF?? Even his lame arse attempted flames are more entertaining to read
> than
> > this hogwash.
>
>
> That puts me one up on you, I believe. But then you knew that, didn't you?
> And doesn't it bug you?
>
>
> Anopheles
Glen Wall
Glen Wall
>
Prince Richard Kaminski
Animeg3282 wrote:
> First, look at the fact you look like: some old hag bagging on a person younger
> than her because she made a mistake, and instead of acting with the maturity of
> a 3 day old fetus, you just HAD to come back with inane insults that are worse
> than what a crack addicted monkey could fart out.
Hmmm, it seems Glen has been putting her through some excellent flaming training.