Is there a gibberish translator in the house? I can't make head
nor nail of that uber-babble you flung onto the screen during your
latest spasmodic seizure. How about putting that into proper
syntax, form, and grammar so that I can at least understand what
you are saying before I dismiss it?
If there's an idea in your head, it's in solitary confinement. You
couldn't get a clue during clue mating season in a field of clues
if you smeared your body in musk and did the clue mating dance. A
long period of non-posting would be most welcome on your part. I
suggest you need Mark Twain's advice; "It is better to be silent
and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt."
You are about as entertaining as watching grass grow in a
windowbox. What do you do for a living? You are living, aren't you?
You are the kind of person who, when one first meets you, one
doesn't like you. But when one gets to know you better, one hates
you. Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking
mental midget if you didn't eat all those paint chips and lead
pencils when you were a kid; if your weren't so fat that when you
stand on the weighing scale, it reads: "To be continued!", or if
you didn't have a face so ugly that your mom had to get
well-and-truly drunk before she could breast feed you. No, come to
think of it, you would.
In future, if you have something to say, just shut up.
