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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – In article On Thu, 8 Feb 1996, a drooling inbred ‘tard got ahold of something with lots of buttons with letters on them. He proceeded to pound on it, drool on it, and attempted to cram it up his ass…The random jumble of nonsense that resulted was this: *brushess down scorched pants* <snip Bad hair day sweedie? -John*G* Bouncy Blue-eyed Brunette Bitch-Boy-Babe -Get it. Devil-Angel? Fallen from grace & bathing in flames The attached material has been sent without the knowledge of Leeds University.The statements contained in my material are entirely my opinions and I personally accept all responsibility for any liability that may arise from my material.
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Path: On Thu, 8 Feb 1996, a drooling inbred ‘tard got ahold of something with lots of buttons with letters on them. He proceeded to pound on it, drool on it, and attempted to cram it up his ass…The random jumble of nonsense that resulted was this: Personally – I think that God/Goddess/Deity/Universe has better things to do with its time that peer through people’s bedroom windows. Astarte’ [snip] I am amazed you put down the AD&D Monster Compendium and the motion lotion long enough to regurgitate that witless wordy drivel. I bet you’ve got an NPC sheet all worked up for God/Goddess/Diety/Universe, dontcha? Listen, you deluded little PTSD suffering abuse case, why don’t you do us all a favor and save us the cost of all the quickerpickerupper it’s going to take to mop up the inevitable explosion of stomach contents that will be the sure result of having to endure one more pathetic syllable posted from your little private fucking Idaho of a miserable excuse for a life. Mabye if you came out of your shell into the real world that you’ve denied the existence of for so long, you’d realize that people don’t require gamemaster-like, diahrretically verbose tirades to help them envision your fucking point as it plays out across the dimly lit monochrome canvass of your imagination. Why don’t you come on over sometime, Mr. "Diety-at-large", and we’ll have us a good old fashioned witch test. I’ll cram your wordy suck full of blue steel and see how omnipitent you feel when I expand your consciousness all over the landscape. Get treatment, get medicated, or get fucked, but do one of these, because a guy can only handle so much spam from those GED bearing, perpetually adolescent societal dropouts out there who, like you, keep expecting to look up and see dragons, or spend their endless lonely nights learning to write in runic, buying the latest wiccan self help books, and praying to bowls by the light of black candles. I want you to do something for me now… You see that thing between your legs? SMASH IT!! Quick, before it gets out and reproduces. You’ve got to nip these things in the bud, or they’ll procreate and the whole world will be populated by booze-fodder losers like you. The only thing you’ll ever support or contribute to in your whole pitiful life will be the livelihood of the Mad Dog 20/20 bottling company, and the layer of transient filth that covers urban America today. HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA! That was TRULY inspirationial!
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