That post is written by something that is so stupid, if I took its tiny brain and rolled it down the edge of a razor blade, it would be like a lone car going down a six lane highway. Your ineffective imitation of good posting style only serves to illuminate your lack of substance, good taste, and decency.
Trying to get something of value out of your post is like trying to squeeze orange juice out of an apple. Wouldn't clues have more room to fit in your head if you got rid of some of the gobbledygook in there? Anyway, who was talking to you or even taking you under consideration? To quote Martin Luther King, Jr.: "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than a sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."
Most repair manuals are far more interesting than you, and far less turgid to read. Is there anything I need to know about you other than your a grungy social outcast? Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if you didn't eat all those paint chips and lead pencils when you were a kid; if your weren't so fat that when you stand on the weighing scale, it reads: "To be continued!", or if you didn't have a face that people rub tree branches on to make ugly sticks. Who am I kidding? You would.
To sum up: you are about as smart as your rubber bow tie and two left shoes suggest, Bozo. Now, go curl back up in your corner, and continue chewing on your toenails.
Do you speak any language that non-gibbering idiots can understand? Dullard, do yourself and everyone else a favor: disconnect your computer from the Internet.
If brains were gasoline, you wouldn't have enough to run an ant's go-kart around the inside of a donut. Is that a conclusion or simply the place where you got tired of thinking? Reading your post makes blindness a wonderful thing to look forward to. To quote Thomas Brackett Reed: "They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge."
You are about as entertaining as watching grass grow in a windowbox. What do you do for a living? You are living, aren't you? Genius does what it must, talent does what it can, and you had best do what you're told, you dyslexic lobotomy patient. Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if that pimple on your ass hadn't turned out to be a brain tumor; if your weren't so fat that when you stand on the weighing scale, it reads: "To be continued!", or if you didn't have a face that makes people ask: "Damn, is it Halloween already?" No, come to think of it, you would.
Now, why don't you climb onto that Special Needs tricycle of yours with the fourth wheel attached for extra-ensured retard stability and pedal your fat ass down to the sports field and do some "outdoors" stuff for a change. Hell, if you don't like it, you can always offer to lick-clean the jockstraps.
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That post is written by something that is so stupid, if I took its tiny brain and rolled it down the edge of a razor blade, it would be like a lone car going down a six lane highway. Your ineffective imitation of good posting style only serves to illuminate your lack of substance, good taste, and decency.
Trying to get something of value out of your post is like trying to squeeze orange juice out of an apple. Wouldn't clues have more room to fit in your head if you got rid of some of the gobbledygook in there? Anyway, who was talking to you or even taking you under consideration? To quote Martin Luther King, Jr.: "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than a sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."
Most repair manuals are far more interesting than you, and far less turgid to read. Is there anything I need to know about you other than your a grungy social outcast? Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if you didn't eat all those paint chips and lead pencils when you were a kid; if your weren't so fat that when you stand on the weighing scale, it reads: "To be continued!", or if you didn't have a face that people rub tree branches on to make ugly sticks. Who am I kidding? You would.
To sum up: you are about as smart as your rubber bow tie and two left shoes suggest, Bozo. Now, go curl back up in your corner, and continue chewing on your toenails.
Do you speak any language that non-gibbering idiots can understand? Dullard, do yourself and everyone else a favor: disconnect your computer from the Internet. If brains were gasoline, you wouldn't have enough to run an ant's go-kart around the inside of a donut. Is that a conclusion or simply the place where you got tired of thinking? Reading your post makes blindness a wonderful thing to look forward to. To quote Thomas Brackett Reed: "They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge." You are about as entertaining as watching grass grow in a windowbox. What do you do for a living? You are living, aren't you? Genius does what it must, talent does what it can, and you had best do what you're told, you dyslexic lobotomy patient. Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if that pimple on your ass hadn't turned out to be a brain tumor; if your weren't so fat that when you stand on the weighing scale, it reads: "To be continued!", or if you didn't have a face that makes people ask: "Damn, is it Halloween already?" No, come to think of it, you would. Now, why don't you climb onto that Special Needs tricycle of yours with the fourth wheel attached for extra-ensured retard stability and pedal your fat ass down to the sports field and do some "outdoors" stuff for a change. Hell, if you don't like it, you can always offer to lick-clean the jockstraps.