Ok, veggie breath! Your linux is a lamb! you could not fight your way out of a virus with a blow torch! Penguins taste like chickens! But colder! You want hot? Try Tabasco! Your laptop could not beat my grandmother! And LInux is for sissies! And dont get me started on Ubuntu! There are not enough U's in scrabble for that sorry system!

Uh huh asshat, I have one word for your sorry ass: reboot. Nuff said.

Ok, I won't argue the Ubuntu part.

Truckers, truckers, they're a randy bunch! What most call BULLSHIT they call LUNCH!

Truckers, truckers, they're a randy bunch! What most call BULLSHIT they call LUNCH!

That's right. We can handle it unlike the wimps.

Is this the best you can do? Copy one of my most popular articles?

Is this the best you can do? Copy one of my most popular articles?

Oh? I don't read your sorry ass enough to know that. I'm just helping out a friend.

Uh huh asshat, I have one word for your sorry ass: reboot. Nuff said. Ok, I won't argue the Ubuntu part.

Time out

Sorry -

Ok, time back in.

Reboot?  Ok, my boot on your computer!  That will make it run, or crawl!  Yeah!  Nyeah!  A sorry excuse for a laptop.  Everyone knows that Compaq makes the best and Dell is just a sorry excuse!  And my beard will beat your beard anyday!  Just ask my kids!  Nywah!

And my beard will beat your beard anyday!

Now those are fighting words! Playground, three o'clock!

Now those are fighting words! Playground, three o'clock!

Yur on! Name your pyesin! Me beard will take on them penguins and you wit one hand behind the back!

Stand back ladies, twill not be a pretty site!

Just remember, penguins don't fight fair!

BTW Guy, check the "Lost Saints" thread to see if my bullshit was even close. It's been a few years.

"What's this 'we' shit? You're the only one I see blappin' her lips here....."

Oh, you CUR, you INSOLENT WHELP!

*wind machine kicks in and the cape I borrowed for EoIC starts flowing dramatically*

You don't deserve my wrath, so I will toss you to my minions who will emasculate you and hang your dangly parts from the gate of my gothic castle, perched precariously on the top of the highest mountain in the Carpathian projects. I will festoon my bedchamber with your entrails, light my lamps with your second-rate oils and eat my fruit loops from the bottom of your diet serving-sized skull!!

" Is this the best you can do? Copy one of my most popular articles?"

Popular?!??! As if your sad, has-been philosophy responsible for the deaths and misery of millions actually had enough followers to be popular. Go and not worship your nothingness as I laugh derisively at your St. Dawkins and St. Sagan, scrawling pictures of them as monkeys with purple crayons.

"Maybe you wouldn't read like such a pathetic loser if that pimple on your ass hadn't turned out to be a brain tumor. Your clue meter is reading zero, lets see if this registers: Get lost, creep!"

oooo... burn... if only you had a few dozen animated emoticons you might have been able to say that without even NEEDING to string together so much tired schoolyard cliche...

oooo... burn... if only you had a few dozen animated emoticons you might have been able to say that without even NEEDING to string together so much tired schoolyard cliche...

You would answer very well to a whipping.

Thou art like the harpy, which, to betray,

Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world.

Now those are fighting words! Playground, three o'clock!

Men from children nothing differ.