House Robbed Today - Question at searching pawn shops

Flautists are morons!!!

I spit my mango-infused martini upon their wretched lips!!!

 

Yeah...

I think I'm done here for a while.

If a nobody like you can join in the pile on, this is just getting stupid.

I've no idea what created this, other than to say a loser is a loser.

I've tried to help y'all, and oddly enough, been called a "douchbag" for doing so.

What a bunch of r****ds these days.

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Those Powells aren't cheap. Don't know much about the Sonares, though. Still sucks regardless, of course. You've got to be out a few grand for those, right?

 

give 'em hell, fatty...

 

I can deal with this.

I've seen this activity before.

I semi-dated a girl who had these thoughts.

You know where to find me.

When and where.

 

They probably took it for the mic equipment more than anything else. If they knew what they were doing they'd have taken all the horns, too.

 

What do you expect Fatty? You act like a douche, and say douchey things...

I thought that was part of the "Aura of FatBastard"?

No?

 

Y'all don't get it.

I try, but no one hears.

It's getting ridiculous.

 

So let me get this straight.

You only like it, when the somebodies of an internet message board, jump in on the pile?

Perhaps that says something about your objective.

Or, the root cause, of your personality. Your mission statement, if you will.

The eternal being, that is a 40 year old myspace ho.

 

Admittedly, I am now lost...

 

I believe you mean "your missionary statement".

I...I can't read or write.

 

I'm gonna try and explain it, and be direct.

I don't like it, when a nobody, tells me what to do.

My whole personality, this essence that encapsulates my being, is done for validation from somebodies. My cries for attention aren't aimed at losers, they're aimed at winners. And these winners respond to me, because I'm just one of those guys.

A pat on the back, if you will. A that's just fatty being fatty, if you will. A good boy, sit boy. But you have to know me, to get me.

So it's frustrating when a nobody, who doesn't have any credibility on the internet, tells a colorful individual what to do. Only the jocks are allowed to beat me up.

It's not that hard knote, don't be an idiot.

 

You hate what I do, but that's on you.

I've been here since '99.

Everyone knows who I am, and what I am.

Bottom line, I re-name children.

 

Jugdish- I think I took something you said in a previous thread as a spat at me, but I think I misread what you meant. If so, sorry.

 

WOW. Ok then, fool. There's so much to me, and so many stories to tell.

But that's only reserved for those closest to me - my 635 friends on facebook. A friend list you'll never get to sniff in your life time.

And that's not including, their wives and sisters, who haven't added me yet.

My status updates are supreme, my comments are hilarious, I am the prototype.

People know where I'm going to be on a Friday night. I make sure they do.

Sympathy is a tool, use it well.

 

It's okay.

I'm just me, and you need to live with it.

I have forty-seven friends.

I'll deal.

 

Fatty, I know you won't leave (hoping you do) because you can't walk away from a cyberspat. Let me advise you.... Internet Suicide, its what you need.

Spill 6-10 of your Pabst Blue Ribbons on your computer... Be good for ya. A) You will stop posting and B) your carpal will let up as your main p*rn fix will be out of order)

I know you don't understand, and you think we are so mean, but your dumb. Cut and dry, that Batman thread was ridiculous, on your part, and you can't swallow stuff like that. But you need to.

I re-name children, I cast magic spells etc etc. Note, you fall under the category of types of people that should not have myspaces, facebooks or both.

 

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This is strange. Funny, but strange. I am going to go watch some Curb, and rid myself or this weirdness...


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