Just when I think I've read the stupidest post ever, you go and
post another. Your post is an orgy of stultifying cacophonous
verbal depravity; an exercise in literary impotence, and an offense
to all of good taste and decency.
If there's an idea in your head, it's in solitary confinement.
Wouldn't clues have more room to fit in your head if you got rid of
some of the gobbledygook in there? However, I'll consider letting
you have the last word if you guarantee it will be your last. You
bring to mind a quote from Josh Billing: "Doesn't know much, but
leads the league in nostril hair."
You have that certain nothing. Truly, you are about as interesting
as watching a slug move slowly across a large rock. Do yourself and
everyone else a favor: take a fatal overdose of your medication.
Maybe you wouldn't be such a Jerk-In-The-Box if you had enough
brains to find water after falling down a well; if your weren't so
fat that you look like The Michelin Man man on steroids, or if you
didn't have a face like a bulldog chewing a stinging nettle while
taking a constipated dump in a heat wave. No, come to think of it,
you would.
In closing, I suggest the next time that you feel an urge to
embarrass yourself and bore others, that you summon all your might,
and resist.
