I think his theater is "pay what you can". So one option would be just to not pay. Certainly a dickish move, but would accomplish your objective.
BJ has in the past threatened many people, asked to meet in person over internet arguments, etc. After his late night benders, he would then come back and blame it on his medication, not his alcoholism. It's a better board without him.
This place needs MORE characters, not less. The more outlandish, the better as far as I'm concerned. I don't have anyone on ignore. Trader_Jorge, Batman Jones, Fatty Fat b*stard....the board was a lot more fun when they were around (although I understand why Clutch banned BJ and FFB). Some of you take this place WAY too seriously. Especially the D&D, which was never supposed to be a bastion of thoughtful intelligent debate.
Says the guy who won't. shut. up. about the backslappin' cadre that dominates his thoughts. Don't worry, we're praying for you.
I will be there Aug 5-15. Any afternoon in south Chelsea is fine by me. How about blue hill? We can set up a time for vodka and peppers.
Ou la la, the scorned ex-lover. The fire we once had, the passion that ignited your loins when I walked into a room and made you seem like the only boy in the world... was taken away from you. These kinds of posts are the greatest compliment to me. 5 minutes of my time is emblazoned into the hearts, minds and signatures of my fans as some herculean effort. No one wants to be pumped and dumped babe... but you can grow from it. It's not you. http://bbs.clutchfans.net/showpost.php?p=6353373&postcount=25 http://bbs.clutchfans.net/showpost.php?p=6357181&postcount=36
Was BJ going to throw down before the show, at intermission or afterward? If it was before the show, maybe there is no need to pay. If it was during or afterward, maybe kick his ass and take your money back.
they're either gonna play footsies under the table, or this will degenerate into the weirdest arm wrestling match this side of mexico
longdongfan is suffering from post-coital withdrawal. what is that, you ask? basically, after I withdrew my phallic organ from her vagina that left her at a loss for words and plateauing emotionally, then left her life for good, she's been consumed by a feeling of emptiness. and no matter how hard she tries, she can't replicate the feeling of quivering with me inside her. so she yells. she shout. she wunt some o that, honey bear mouth 2 mouth. Ya dig, jive tukeys
I hope this shirtless, vodka-soaked disputation doesn't leave us all in the lurch like the ill-fated Batman Jones vs. Fatty Fat b*stard debate a few years ago.
I can set up some sparring for you. Gleason's, Coney Island, whatever you want. I know plenty of pros that need some human punching bags. Since you claim to be so good.
I don't claim to be a boxer. I said I can "scrap". More of a street brawler than a student of the sweet science.
Whole lotta pouting and I believe there may be a tear or two running down Winny the Poopshoot's white head covered face. There may be no tissues around but I'm sure there's a napkin or two in a Wendy's bag from last nights dinner, right next to the duck taped window unit above the couch where your mother is sleeping after last nights all nighter at I-10 Caberet. Hell, she might have a piece or two stuck to the blisters on her snatch, just wipe your face on it, but be gentle. You don't wanna chub up and knock her up, you've already admitted spelunking your sister so I know you have temptations. It's sad to see what you've become. You were once a light hearted read, a change of pace Hangout persona, but once I found out who you really were it was ruined for me. So much fail, but even the greats take the fall from the top. You had it but once your were sent to the minors you never recovered your stroke, now you just flounder away your talent in the cesspool of your pitiful existence and the dream of the lives of others. Put down your free subscriptions to People, Travel and Leisure and Esquire and stop with the plagiarizing of the Twilight and Danielle Steel books. You'll never be able to play the games I do. I know the best you can do is wear out the numerous keyboards at the Library on Telephone Road when the bus comes around with your dreams, but it's just all fail at this point. Just create another nic and start over. Cleanse yourself. You may not have my well being, my travels, my quality of life but you still have time to do SOMETHING with yourself. Just repeat to yourself, "Failure is not an option, the guy on the couch is NOT my father no matter how many dollar bills he gives me and you will NOT give in to the temptation of mouth to **** for bus money any longer. You can do it, just put in some effort. God speed.
Dominates my thoughts? He-he. I post that line every couple of months. My mind is way more active than that. I will have to say that, without being too personal, it does rile things up a bit. Isn't theatre what we want back here to keep the hits coming?
