DEAR GAGH:

[Grammour Boy]

Dear Gagh,

By now you will have realised that I have taken you off my IGNORE LIST perhaps on a temporary basis, perhaps not. Who knows? In any case, I am writing you this missive to congratulate you on a masterpiece of a post you composed the other day entitled, "When Will Grammour Boy Be Found Dead After ODing?" I must admit that I was in the midst of ingesting my favorite beverage as I read your post and I laughed so hard that I snorted liquid though my nostrils. I am so glad I took you off IGNORE otherwise I might have missed that wonderful post of yours. And I do mean that sincerely. Believe it or not.

I would now like to officially nominate that post for QoTW of the week. Not a snippet of it, not an exert or an extracted sentence from it; but the whole damn thing...the whole post is QoTW material, in my humble opinion. And I hope missmanners can put the good of her own board before her deep hatred of me and indeed make your post QoTW for the upcoming week. I would be most grateful for such a nice gesture of good will.

And now I will quote the post in question for posterity and in case anyone missed it. Here it is:

When Will Grammour Boy Be Found Dead After ODing?

Let's face it. The kid has nothing in his life. Not a sausage. Bugger all. As far as a human life goes, Grammour Boy is the gray-shaded Vanilla. The Zeppo Marx of Human Dignity. The hanger on.

Even breathing is a laboured affair for a worthless sack of shit, when the sack has spring several leaks through apathy at bearing the burden of so much shit.

So, just when will a concerned Neighbour call the police, who upon breaking into Grammour Boy's sparsely decorated apartment, will find his bloated body face down on the keyboard (keys 'C', 'U', 'N' & 'T' will 'pop' when the body is lifted, stuck to the face via decay), his trousers around his ankles, and copy of 'Red Admiral Weekly' stuck to his gaseously bloated right mitt?

Just one correction: My house is lavishly and professionally decorated.

 

[Sarek]

So, you finally got the sausage?

 

[Dudh]

shut the fuck up, grammour boy

 

[Enkephalen]

Very creative, indeed. Well, how about changing one word: spring to sprung?

 

[Tyrant]

Dear Gagh,

By now you will have realised that I have taken you off my IGNORE LIST perhaps on a temporary basis, perhaps not. Who knows? In any case, I am writing you this missive to congratulate you on a masterpiece of a post you composed the other day entitled, "When Will Grammour Boy Be Found Dead After ODing?" I must admit that I was in the midst of ingesting my favorite beverage as I read your post and I laughed so hard that I snorted liquid though my nostrils. I am so glad I took you off IGNORE otherwise I might have missed that wonderful post of yours. And I do mean that sincerely. Believe it or not.

I would now like to officially nominate that post for QoTW of the week. Not a snippet of it, not an exert or an extracted sentence from it; but the whole damn thing...the whole post is QoTW material, in my humble opinion. And I hope missmanners can put the good of her own board before her deep hatred of me and indeed make your post QoTW for the upcoming week. I would be most grateful for such a nice gesture of good will.

And now I will quote the post in question for posterity and in case anyone missed it. Here it is:



Just one correction: My house is lavishly and professionally decorated.

OWNED.

 

[Dudh]

it's too soon



I told you no

 

[Tyrant]

fdgfgdgdgdfg?

 

[I Love Cunt]

I don't like "duh"