Boo Radley
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"Mold creatures"? What the hell is a "mold creature"???
Have you been watching old Flash Gordon serials again, or has some kind of semi-sapient species finally evolved from the old pile of underpants you have in that abattoir of hope you call a home.
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pfffft!
Like anyone would need a reason to shoot Emrys.
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...and my hygiene!
Nothing a good defoliant won't fix.
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I am indeed a fun guy. And you need to work on your spelling.
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Only when he's feeling festive.
He wears them as jaunty chapeaus.
But only if they're used.
It seems they stay on better if they're a bit... sticky.
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Well yes. Although they didn't have computers when I went to Kent. I was handed an abacus and told to pound salt; and that's assuming we could find salt. Mostly they left us to draw on the walls with our own filth; good times, good times.
Right, newbies of the scum-sucking variety. How I do enjoy the tart, home-spun wisdom of the young lads. [Eyes the BOOT]
Is there any challenging done any more, or are the old boys not "up" for that, if you know what I mean?
Abacus? Salt? Very... odd art department you had back then. But then, it was KSU after all. Figure most of the students there had intimate relations with most of the gutters on Water Street...
Some do challenges, some don't understand challenges. Most of your SSNs don't comprehend challenges, preferring to fling their fecal matter up in the air, hoping to hit someone other than themselves and usually failing.
You know how it is with youngsters.
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Ah, yes! Putting those hard earned lessons leaned at the prestigious KSU art department to good use, I see.
And looking at those boots I can only imagine the poor lass needs to get off her feet quite a bit. Yes... quite a bit...
Ahem! You'll find the place changed a lot, lad. Many of the stalwarts have faded with the passing of the years, and seldom stop by.
But then there's some {cough}Emrys{/cough} that we can't seem to get rid of, no matter what.
And as always, there'll be one or two SSNs wandering around, soiling themselves. Some things never change.
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What in the name of Peng has happened to this place?
I've spent years telling those who would listen* about the dark, epic cesspool of my youth. When Olde Ones still roamed the earth; where knights jousted and jested for honor, or at least a smidgen less dishonor. Where fair maidens, queens and several deeply conflicted 50-year old men posting as maidens were treated with the utmost dignity as knight after knight lay prostrate in the muck and mire lest Queen Yk2 smudge her dainty slipper. Back then the devil himself would pour molten derision on the pathetic, witless fools who would tumble into the pool, hoping to bend it to their own unspoken ends. How well I remember their screams and the smell of roast pork. Who could forget when Mad Meeks himself set fire to the kingdom (not terribly difficult given the methane issues) and laughed maniacally as his burning edifice collapsed on top of him?
Now I make my way back after escaping from an Emerald Empire re-education camp only to find a portrait of my former (tor)mentor Boo Radley above the reception desk?! Good Lord, did we sell this place to an immigrant family, or worse, one of those podunk european countries? Who do I talk to to complain about this?! *ding*ding*ding* HELLOOOOOO!!? *ding*ding*ding*
And what was up with that guy in the creepy rubber Joe Shaw mask? Wait, that was really Joe? Oh that's too bad. Time has not been kind to that guy.
All right Boo, I sense your campy, madcap and cramped yet creepy vibe close by, what is the meaning of all this?
*granted, most of these people were strangers in the streets of Detroit or mental health professionals.
Ah, Lurkur my trustworthy former Squire! Back from the Onion Wars are we? Did we claim many victories? Gather much tribute and odds and ends from various garage sales? Still doing soft core propaganda art? Nothing wrong with a little titillation while teaching important lessons on war-time morality, I always say.
Come in, come in. It's about time you bought a round, you miserable slacker.
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So, are many of the Dutch into necrophilia or is that just your thing?
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Noba.
I lied.
Tautological statement.
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Are we boring you, Peter PanzerMike from the Nether-Netherlands?
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501st post!!!!1!!1!!!!ONE!!
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... incurable hicks and loonies. .
Oh, don't give up hope lad. Medical science is always discovering cures. There could be good news in your future, some day.
Probably not, but you never know.
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I think.
Noba.
Really? We have yet to see any proof.
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Go stick your head in the bucket.
Noba.
(Very slow hand clap)
WHOA!
Devastating riposte, Sirrah! I have been wounded to the quick! I shall need to retire to my corner and have soothing unguents applied to my very psyche!
Had you but ended with the dreaded "Neener-neener-neener" I would have surely succumbed to the verbal assault and been forced to surrender the field!
Wow, you really put the heavy brick in your purse that time, didn't you Sparky?
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Noba is such a tramp.
Sure, we all knew that, but it's so entertaining to watch him prove it.
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Much like the stains on Emrys shirts.
Hola, Lady Emma! Slumming again? Facebook not exciting enough for you?
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Ersatz AND pseudo is sort of a tautology, wouldn't you say, Ignatz?
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I am trying to understand some of the posts by the Oddstrayliuns, what language do they speak? It certainly isn't English. Google Translate is struggling, identifying it as gobbledygook.
One would think that the large number of Dutch that emigrated there would have brought some form of civilization and introduced a proper language. Not so. Apparently Oddstraylia exercised some kind of assimilation policy that forced them to conform to using gobbledygook too?
You should study the writings of OGSF sometime. A displaced Oddstralian who's also an ersatz manky Scots git.
That'll put a zipper in your forehead, right quick.
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You mean a different asylum than this one?
There was for a time, the "Cheery Waffle Thread", a poor, watered-down, vapid shadow of this, the One True Thread.
But it didn't last. It faded away after a mere dozen or so incarnations, if that many.
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If you're wearing your special glasses.
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Ah, lad... what can I say? Here in the MBT (Long may it wave!), YOU don't get to pick.
But sadly (or not...) it appears you will forever be relegated to the suburbs of "Others Recognized", the direction you're headed now, unless some idio...er... august person decides to take you to Squire.
So to any and all, let it be known that I, Boo Radley of the House JD Morse, the One True Justicar of the Peng Challenge Thread, do decree on this 23rd day of July, that the individual known as Panzer Mike (Not bolded yet) may be known by the title Grand Brassiere*... if you want to go to the trouble and all. Your call, really.
*Because he's such a big boob
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I will approve the title Grand Brassiere for you. How's that?
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Get his attention or get him at attention?
You bear watching brer Yeknod, but only from a great distance.
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