Now we know not to talk about pedos

slave_ wishes that I pass on the following regard: she thinks you are a nut; and she means this with the highest regard. :D Night Kruge!


Tell her I take that as a high compliment :D


Goodnight to both of you
 
What's wrong...

...with lots of ellipses...

...deployed in double-spaced doses...

...with bits of italic and boldface...

..since drooling sneers are otherwise too hard...

...to deploy...

..*******...?


god, even reading that was difficult for me.
 
No kisses from the good witch to that one! Hiya Glynndah - hope you're doing well! Night and talk to you soon!

Well, it sends mixed messages if you consider turning someone into a newt and then turn around and give them kisses in the same post.
 
OK what I want to know, is how on earth can we be sure that this person is "Grace" from Lit. (What's her full lit name?) Did she post her real name on Lit or something?
 
OK what I want to know, is how on earth can we be sure that this person is "Grace" from Lit. (What's her full lit name?) Did she post her real name on Lit or something?
Same picture, same name, same biographical details, etc. (Yes, she has said her name is Grace. Perp's middle name: Grace.)
 
On other unrelated matters, how was your burrito dinner? Just trying to figure out how you got Mexican takeout when you're supposedly so far away from the yoke of civilization. Or did you move back into town from your brokeback mountain recently?

The key lies within the difference of me - literally living on the border - terming "Mexican takeout" and you - a pussified, city-dwelling, alcoholic, gottabe player - who only knows "Mexican takeout" if it comes in a plastic bag with taco sauce in little packets.

And I use "alcoholic" as it was created to mean: a person whose life would somehow be in any way disrupted if he - you - were denied alcohol...

...and that's where the "pussified" really comes in, too, because it's not that any of us can't handle that; it's just that some of us - you - don't possess the fortitude to deny yourself the very thing that pickles your mind to the retarded level it now stews in.

That they're plenty of other swinging dicks out there only serves to imitate the company you naturally crave...

...but, now, I'm done playing with you bozos, so back to iggyland you go.

~ POOF ~
 
The key lies within the difference of me - literally living on the border - terming "Mexican takeout" and you - a pussified, city-dwelling, alcoholic, gottabe player - who only knows "Mexican takeout" if it comes in a plastic bag with taco sauce in little packets.

And I use "alcoholic" as it was created to mean: a person whose life would somehow be in any way disrupted if he - you - were denied alcohol...

...and that's where the "pussified" really comes in, too, because it's not that any of us can't handle that; it's just that some of us - you - don't possess the fortitude to deny yourself the very thing that pickles your mind to the retarded level it now stews in.

That they're plenty of other swinging dicks out there only serves to imitate the company you naturally crave...

...but, now, I'm done playing with you bozos, so back to iggyland you go.

~ POOF ~

Nice fail with the tired alcohol diversion attack, border-life boy. Your Mexican dinner likely came in a styrofoam container with "something-something-Bell" printed in red ink on the chimichanga wraps. Or maybe you live in a trailer park adjacent to a diner next to a dusty interstate highway gas station, who knows.

Let's not get shit twisted here. You're the pussy that's too pussy to spell out cusswords. And then you still try to use them. THAT'S PUSSIFIED.

I live in a diverse, metropolitan city. I go out once or thrice a week to have a good time, with good folks, good food, good drink and good fun. Because I like to do so and because I can and because I have options and because that's how people living here generally get down. You're on here on Lit damn near every night as a shut-in trying desperately to track down gossip missed, squeeze in conversations and fun times with members that don't concern you, key in certain details about people you desperately want to find out about but can never get the straight dope on because you're a anti-social dumbfuck nobody wants to talk to and generally pissing your judgmental streams of holier-than-thou urea all over those different from you. Especially women.

Boy, that literal border livin' lifestyle of yours sure has me jealous!

So, with that verity of your life established in the morning papers for the nth time since you've been on this site, you go on now and have your little fun with your little douche shit-ass online existence trying to squeeze some milk out of the teats of GB drama, you inconsequential twit fuck. You've never really shared shit about yourself — assuming there's actually something there of substance to share — and now that I thunk about it, I don't think anyone here gives or gave a shit to find out.

Except for....Grace.

And boy howdy, that sure turned out swell for you, didn't it, Clouseau?

:eek:

Sayonara, you poofin' motherfucker!
 
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