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. In future, kindly proofread your posts
before assaulting unsuspecting readers of this message board with a
litany of misspellings, egregious grammatical errors, and other
verbal atrocities.
If brains were gasoline, you wouldn't have enough to drive an ant's
Go-cart around the inside of a bottle cap. Why is it that the
people with the smallest minds always have the biggest mouths?
Reading your post makes blindness a wonderful thing to look forward
to. 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."
Calling you dull is a gross underestimation of just how tedious you
are. You have the personality of a damp sponge and the appeal of a
moldy sweat sock. You are validating my inherent mistrust of
strangers. Maybe you wouldn't be such a Jerk-In-The-Box if you
weren't so dumb that even blondes tell jokes about you; if your
weren't so fat that your local 'All-You-Can-Eat' buffet had to
install speed bumps, or if your face wasn't so ugly that visitors
to the Ugly Palace pay money NOT to see you. No, come to think of
it, you would.
Now, why dont you climb onto that Special Needs tricycle of yours
with the fourth wheel attached for extra-ensured retard stability
and pedal your fat ass down to the sports field and do some
outdoors stuff for a change. Hell, if you dont like it, you can
always offer to lick-clean the jockstraps.
