That is so badly written, I can barely interpret it. And who the fuck are you to call anyone a dork. I haven't heard that remark since the fourth grade. (4th, since spelling out numbers could be difficult for you to handle) Is that supposed to make you the captain of the football team? Oh wait, at 6'4 220lbs, you obviously must be. Get the fuck over yourself you 40+ year old fucking dumbass. I can't believe that at 40+ you could be as stupid as you portray yourself here. Then again you are from Oregon...Masekle wrote:Just because you play the game of Everquest and own a 1000 dollar plus machine. Does not make you in the LEASE bit CIVILISED by default, you fucking DORK. Dont make me place ALL the definitions for CIVILISED, so you can pick through and find those that apply to you.
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Note the hayday he is having on the first misspelled word I have used.
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Don't worry about me, when I go out, it won't be with a bang, but a whimper.
One of my favorite quotes is by Dennis Hopper in Apocalypse Now:
"This is the way the fucking world ends. Look at this fucking shit we're in, man. Not with a bang, a whimper. And with a whimper I'm fucking splitting, Jack!"
One of my favorite quotes is by Dennis Hopper in Apocalypse Now:
"This is the way the fucking world ends. Look at this fucking shit we're in, man. Not with a bang, a whimper. And with a whimper I'm fucking splitting, Jack!"
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I thoroughly enjoyed thisKylere wrote:Never a bard am I you see,
But I know what you are to be.
The winner of taunts and derision,
All coming at you with precision.
A failure in life you stroke your ego here,
Sitting back and stroking your short spear.
Your John Deere cap and flannel shirt,
Will never come to match your skirt.
We all know the facts about your world,
Your mother gave birth then she hurled.
You sat there covered with gore,
From that day forth you were a bore.
Taunted in school by all of your peers,
they knew your weakness over the years.
Nothing could make you have any love,
Not even buying a Michael Jackson glove.
You tried to be cool and tried to fit in,
All who knew you felt bad for your kin.
You shamed your family and shamed your name,
Then you thought to come here with your game.
A little boy walking into a field of adults,
Full of hope they cared for your insults.
You have taunted your best and tried to be cool,
But everything you say or do reveals the fool.
But I am sorry and this is beyond your pee wee league,
No matter that you claim we all meet in intrigue.
They are all out to get you I can hear you proclaim,
But the truth is anything but silence only brings you shame.
You have entered a world beyond any you can manage,
For it requires intelligence and sets you a disadvantage.
Your pathetic attempt to respond in prose,
Only goes to reveal your IQ lows.
Go away little troll and find a new land.
Type a new address without penis in hand.

You can be an honorary bard if you want. You are much more gifted in verse then I.
Bards Really do have more fun...
Would you then offend me, sir?
I'll stand on minstrel's right:
May your bright blade blind you,
That you see not where it falls,
May your heartthrob fill your ears
That you hear not succor's call.
May every briar bind you,
And fling you to your knees,
May a loose-willed wench deny you,
When you would seek her ease.
Then would you draw sword on me?
Why, sir, so let this be!
Now let the moon-mad guide you
Down illusion's wandering ways,
Now let you outlive your children,
In an eternity of days:
Let cowardice o'ertake you
When you would be most brave;
An let your rotted body lie
In an unremembered grave
I'll stand on minstrel's right:
May your bright blade blind you,
That you see not where it falls,
May your heartthrob fill your ears
That you hear not succor's call.
May every briar bind you,
And fling you to your knees,
May a loose-willed wench deny you,
When you would seek her ease.
Then would you draw sword on me?
Why, sir, so let this be!
Now let the moon-mad guide you
Down illusion's wandering ways,
Now let you outlive your children,
In an eternity of days:
Let cowardice o'ertake you
When you would be most brave;
An let your rotted body lie
In an unremembered grave
Masekle/Sandrana
- Drolgin Steingrinder
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If you need to use the words of others, at least attribute them. If you don't, you're no better than a common thief.
"Satire's Curse" that you just quoted was written by A.C. Crispin and Andre Norton.
"Satire's Curse" that you just quoted was written by A.C. Crispin and Andre Norton.
IT'S HARD TO PUT YOUR FINGER ON IT; SOMETHING IS WRONG
I'M LIKE THE UNCLE WHO HUGGED YOU A LITTLE TOO LONG
I'M LIKE THE UNCLE WHO HUGGED YOU A LITTLE TOO LONG
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Drolgin Steingrinder wrote:That should be "A Nietzsche mis-quoting greasemonkey(...)", shouldn't it Miir?
Masekle, here's my ode to you, sir:
You quote from the all-stars of serious thought
In an effort to prove your great wit
Your efforts, I fear, in the end are for nought
We all know that you're dumber than shit
To put on a show such as yours
shows astonishing absence of class
You ought to go down on all fours
Look; you're already being fucked in the ass.
Millie wrote:You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance
And made other plans
But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no
You don't have to say what you did,
I already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me all alone
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me on the phone
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
To cry
Cry me a river
Cry me a river
Cry me a river
Cry me a river, yeah yeah
There is a problem with me using others material, without naming the source? Go fuck yourself.Vetria wrote:Here’s our jingle for Goldfish®
We wrote a song for Goldfish
The wholesome snack that smiles back
until you bite their heads off!
See the fishes swimming...
Oh look the pretzel’s winning...
Didn’t that make you feel good about Goldfish?
Here’s our Jingle for Goldfish
Crunchy little Goldfish
Oh good we’re at the part
Where we show that they’re baked and not fried
Did you know they’re made
with real cheese
Even though they look like fishies
The snack that smiles back Goldfish.
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Masekle/Sandrana
First off what was Drolgin plagiarizing? If he was please tell, it doesn't seem like it to me, though I could be wrong.
Seconly, Millie quoted the number one played song in the nation. We all knew what she was quoting.
Finally, Vetiria quoted who she got that from in the first two lines. Did you think that diddy was for Castrol GT3000?
Dumbfuck.
Seconly, Millie quoted the number one played song in the nation. We all knew what she was quoting.
Finally, Vetiria quoted who she got that from in the first two lines. Did you think that diddy was for Castrol GT3000?
Dumbfuck.
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Mine was 100% original material. Yours gave the impression that it was 100% original, when it was in fact a quote of copyrighted material.
Now I don't give a shit about copyrights in that respect, feel free to quote what people publish - but give credit where credit is due and don't wear stolen laurels.
Now I don't give a shit about copyrights in that respect, feel free to quote what people publish - but give credit where credit is due and don't wear stolen laurels.
IT'S HARD TO PUT YOUR FINGER ON IT; SOMETHING IS WRONG
I'M LIKE THE UNCLE WHO HUGGED YOU A LITTLE TOO LONG
I'M LIKE THE UNCLE WHO HUGGED YOU A LITTLE TOO LONG