SaintLucy: Medication Time

[Duncelor]

Yeah, you sniveling Canuck closet homo, get your crusty ass here for your beating. (I know this is not your usual time to be bent over a stump and violated, but fuck it: I'm making a new schedule for you, and you dig the abuse anyway).

No, you don't know me, and I don't know you, and I don't fucking want to know you. I don't care what childhood trauma you endured (by some black gang, and no doubt involving either your mother or father--both?) which helped create the human sloth who shambles around these forums, spitting your moronic posts everywhere like phlegm on the goddamned sidewalk.

All I know is that my instincts tell me to beat the living shit out of you. And I trust my instincts.

So. I'm waiting, twat. Don't make me come looking for you.

 

[Sarek]

Skip the medication and go straight to the lobotomy.

 

[Dark_Temptation]

You are not that smart are you? B)

 

[Duncelor]

You are not that smart are you? B)

To whom are you referring?

 

[Dark_Temptation]

To whoever makes you feel smarter B)

 

[Sarek]

He was talking to himself apparently.

 

[Dark_Temptation]

That's the spirit B)

See, he feels smarter now B)

 

[Duncelor]

To whoever makes you feel smarter B)

My left eye twitches whenever I read that.

There it goes again...I...don't...understand...

"To whoever makes you feel smarter...."

*engaging my WTF-O-Meter*

 

[Dark_Temptation]

Think. Think. B)

 

[Duncelor]

No good. The sentence simply makes no sense.

 

[Dark_Temptation]

Of course it doesn't B)

 

[Lol internet]

 

[Duncelor]

Heh.

 

[Dark_Temptation]

I now have a signature B)

or an ava. B)

 

[Lol internet]

Whatever you used to resize that, it raped it hard. Hard and fast like so many analogies. Photoshop is God.

 

[Dark_Temptation]

THen TK raped it hard. B)

I did nothing to it B)

But I don't give a damn. B)

 

[Enkephalen]

Your challenge must have scared Luci off.

 

[Dark_Temptation]

Luci is but around the corner my friend B)

 

[SaintLucifer]

Yeah, you sniveling Canuck closet homo, get your crusty ass here for your beating. (I know this is not your usual time to be bent over a stump and violated, but fuck it: I'm making a new schedule for you, and you dig the abuse anyway).

No, you don't know me, and I don't know you, and I don't fucking want to know you. I don't care what childhood trauma you endured (by some black gang, and no doubt involving either your mother or father--both?) which helped create the human sloth who shambles around these forums, spitting your moronic posts everywhere like phlegm on the goddamned sidewalk.

All I know is that my instincts tell me to beat the living shit out of you. And I trust my instincts.

So. I'm waiting, twat. Don't make me come looking for you.

I dare ask, if you do not wish to know me why the desire to have me show up? Please do excuse my absence but I have been rather busy. Most curious that you decide to open your yap when my absence was well-known throughout TK. Perhaps this is a form of FEAR yes? You have been told by the other denizens of TK that it is much too simple for me to PWn the likes of yourself? From what I have read above, I would need not anything one may describe as 'effort'. Please be advised I refuse to deal with AMATEURS. Now run along and attend that AA meeting in which you are required to partake. Explain to your fellow AA'ers how you decided to drink as a means of shutting out your dark, deplorable life. How all that you meet learn to pity and mock you within mere minutes. How you have been termed a 'loser' since you were old enough to speak. Surely this will get you through the day until your next drink tomorrow.

 

[Ishcabittle]

If you refuse to deal with amateurs, why did you post, Lucy? Oh, that's right, yer a hypocritical bitch.

Yeah, you sniveling Canuck closet homo, get your crusty ass here for your beating.

Since you didn't deny your closet homosexuality, the community can only assume that it's true.