Like your mother's vag?

And people say intelligent debate is a dead art.

Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!

Oh, and I know this has nothing to do with the political impact of the movie, I thought someone might get a kick out of this:



In case you are wondering, yes, it's me in the "V" getup at the movie's premier. I thought it would be fun to go in costume. And you know what? It was.

Yes, you're not allowed to like that because she is married to my father.

Christ, Vince, you can do better than this, surely?

Don't do better. Just go away. Watching you ditz around here is like watching Sylvester Stalone trying to make another sad comeback. It's just pathetic and I hate feeling sorry for you.

Again, the new Resident Looney boy put his balls where his mouth was and joined the military. The only thing you shoot off is your mouth, which is a shadow of it's former self. Take your unnamed feignting disease and stick it up your imaginary submarine, or if you prefer, your 'mothers vag'. Unless your roomate threw that away too.

Max, you must have one unbelievably shallow and hollow life if you hold this much resentment for me. Do please get over it, and get over yourself.

"The website you have requested has been cancelled."

There wath a time loved you, Vinth. But you thoiled it. THOILED!!

I'm having my universal translator calibrated at the moment, so you will have to walk me through why this statement 1) makes sense or 2) is funny.

Universal translator = Sci Fi Weiner.

But okay, what the hell.

Here's how it makes sense: I used to be bothered to pa major attention to you because you were here all the time and you did a lot of thing with writing that interested me. You were bombastic, bizarre, an almost pathalogical liar, and you wrote sentences that were to trainwrecks like solar flares are to disposable lighters. Then you simply vanished (coincidentally right after bragging, boasting, daring and then failing to show up for a face to face with Sspad.) It was disapointing, and not just to me. You were enormously entertaining and many people here missed you. Now you show up once every few months, fire off a sentence or to that aren't anything like what we enjoyed about you, give no news, and don't follow up. It's boring, and for new people you don't even register a being here at all, so what's the point? You're bound to say you don't care, and so I ask, why bother at all?

Here's how it's funny: Comparing the way in which I (and others here) miss you to being jilted by a homosexual lover is funny for a number of reasons. One, it's SO much more extreme than actual level of interest involved. Two, it mocks your self often self described ladies man status.

This post was way more than an Ex of mine desreves, but my therapist says I need clothure.

*YAWN*

The website you have requested has been cancelled.

...And that's supposed to mean?

YAWN