Soon, you will understand that the RWO (Retard World Order) is coming into effect, quicker than yours and my brain waves put together can handle. Much like "global hotness" the amount of retards will rise, and "they" will have no choice but to fork over our pills and keys to our cages. We will be free once more, and you will be able to make a difference in the world of challenged rap. Now that I am over my scare of having rabies for a 3rd time,I must stress to you that all the pills that we take, will work some day. I only hope it's soon. My skin is so oily, and I start to breakout when I think of ugly packaged pork and selling my soul to the devil for one morsel of stale chocolate cake. Food turns me into a demon. Lemons turn me into stone. Keep this in mind. I hope that this has been a beneficial joy for you, reading this letter, but I only hope it reaches you in time........ Make sure Amanda Turkeybaister hasn't escaped from the cave yet. Her assessment is next week but Jewish Nazis, with rabies. I will also be there. Lovely. This is turning out to be most excellent. Yes, yes, yes. NO< NON, SI NON NON no
Hehe...sounds like a crock of shit. They're not there to help you...but to make sure you don't fuck up. I doubt very much that they know what's in your best interest. ------------------ Dig it or fuck off!
No one here makes sense. That's the beauty of light flaky pastry. Scully, you shouldn't be so hurtful to people that aren't as fortunate as you to have a brain, that works so well. May I try and remain calm while spilling my guts to you. I well feel that I am a "RETARD" and I'm not too sure as to how I can put my life back on track. I thought I was a rabid Nazi throughout my freshman year at the University of Gifted Deaf Kids (UGDK). I really think after spending thousands of dollars on surgery and treatments that I'd get better, but instead, "they" turned me into a man. My gun is loaded. It never used to be. And now look at what has happened. I've befriended your daughter, Anthony Richard, only for her to find out in the long run that I am still, in fact, a rabid Nazi. I'll have them deliver yellow roses to Megatron's wedding.
Bless you, OllieRetard! You're an interesting person! More interesting than some of the meanies around fugly... jeez, can they take a joke?
No, but there are those who have the gift of delivering good solid fashions advice. I have considered this well and in fact, have just returned from the hair salon wherein I received a light perm for my poker straight hair. I certainly hope the "boys ", who hang out at the market, now find me appetizing. I do believe it is a vast improvement over the wig of human flesh (affectionately known as "locks of long pig") I have been sporting of late. " My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go." --WS
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by OllieRetard: No, but there are those who have the gift of delivering good solid fashions advice. I have considered this well and in fact, have just returned from the hair salon wherein I received a light perm for my poker straight hair. I certainly hope the "boys ", who hang out at the market, now find me appetizing. I do believe it is a vast improvement over the wig of human flesh (affectionately known as "locks of long pig") I have been sporting of late. " My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go." --WS <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> do you acctually think that the cable guy will be here between 12 and 3? I think not... that just means more time for me to drink malt liquor, and wallow in my own piss... have you ever wondered why there is a no return policy on the plastic vagina's that are sold at the porno store?
but what about the cable guy? and no sir, george forman is lying to you, you must throw away the animal protien, and drink what is left in the tray, then masterbate to the sweating to the oldies vhs tape. alas this works better if you have it in betamax format. Rember, there is only one true god, but he lives in perkin, Il. and has had his number non-published because of prank telephone calls he recives on and hourly basis.
I do not subscribe to your beliefs or concerns. Do not use the "V" word in any posts associated with me. It makes me tear at my flesh, which frightens me only because of my proximity to my George Foreman Grill. My desire to grill animal protein, regardless of source, is surpassed only by my rabid lust for the one known as Crying Boy in Shiny Shorts -- he be ruff an tuff in his afro puff. I can only take solace in the knowledge that fat runs away from the meat, leaving me with healthier meals for my family and friends. My "Sweatin' to the Oldies" cassette plays continuously, as I pay homage to our one and only true God.
And then we all sit back with tilted chair and wonder......what do they really put in cafeteria food? Is it really made to poison the religious one? It's hard to believe that a cafeteria of this magnitude would have a problem delivering the goods. Ollie finally speaks up out of the crowd...."ML, are you light flakey pastry, perhaps the pastry becomes light and flakey when it's on your hairy arm for too long in the blistering hot sun of winter." All I hear is a distant voice of Anthony Richard yelling at the toop of her lungs. There must be a centiped in her underware, this mentally unstable scare has drove this poor girl to the whorehouse everytime. I pray that she realizes it's made of moldy jello, it's only jello, jello.
Huh??? Wassis alls about anyways - hum??? ------------------ Drunken Bugs are a menace to society! >>=<<
but sirs, neither one of you has replied on my orgianl question about the cable man... so hence your names will both be put back into the draft... good luck to both of you, and you have no more lifelines left...and that sirs is my final answer
The cable guy, of which you speak, is a very sensitive matter. Any discussion would be purely speculative, holding no credence. It would go against everything I pretend to champion if I were to enter into discourse on this topic. DO NOT torment me with rhetorical questions!! My rage festers until the putrid menace erupts from my sweat glands in thick blood stained puss. Not unlike when mayonnaise and ketchup meet and mingle on charred animal protein and held in place by a sesame seed bun. I am repulsive. I cannot concentrate today. Nothing is fitting the proper hiding spots and I can only think of you asking me this question, over and over and over. I would have thought my silence on the subject would have discouraged you from mentioning it further. But you do not seem to comprehend the enormity of me. I have finally purged the Meow Mix song from my brain, only to be replaced by Kibble and Bits, Kibble and Bits. I feel myself oozing to the rhythm of the rhyme. Rainy Monday mornings will always remind me of you and Anthony Richard … she will never understand or appreciate the positive effects of porridge therapy.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by OllieRetard: Scully, you shouldn't be so hurtful to people that aren't as fortunate as you to have a brain, that works so well.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Shut the fuck up, you idiot. I call it as I see it. But who fuckin' cares? My comments were hurtful? To a chick who thinks that it’s funny to knock a retarded kid over while he's taking a crap? Knocking him over so hard that he’s balling his eyes out? Yeah, Heather gets all my sympathy - she's a real fuckin' humanitarian, that one. A goddamned Mother Teresa. So sensitive to the "meanies" of the world. So fuck you and your deluded ways. PS - Don't tell me that you're retarded, trying to play that sympathy card. You're not retarded. You're just a garden-variety New Age fruitcake. ------------------ We are as genitals unto the gods. They play with us for their pleasure. —Lord Melchett, Blackadder II, 1985
