idjit

I've come to this vile place only to challenge the Gnome. I think I'll continue to stand here in the bushes and wait for the little guy with the pointy hat. Maybe if I stand very still he'll think I'm another lawn ornament. The Gnome can't resist lawn ornaments.

Simone...Idjit is never gone...muuaaahhhaaaahaaaahaaaahaaa

*groan* No disrespect sir, but can't we just pair him and The_Capt together and set them at one end of the 'pool to hold some potted plants or a piss can? They both suffer from some awful verbal catatonia, talking to people who aren't there. Hmmm...The Bard, frequently referred to as "that capering idjit" leaves. Not long after a SSN calling hisself "Idjit" appears outta the blue. He can put a word or two together, but has the bearing and social graces of a wooden-headed dummie. The bard returns, chastising the inability of his spawn to rise to to the challenge of a good verbal sparring match. Hath The Bard disguised, his discourse dumbed down (way down) to test his tormentors taunting tactics? Coincidence? The more likely explanation is that Idjit is simply a parrot who learned to use a keyboard. Hmmm, the Holy Writ tells us, "A whip for the horse, a bridle for the ass, and a rod for the fool's back." Since Idjit meets two of the three criteria I shall reverse the polarity of my pointy stick. Idjit! *WHACK* I know you continue to harbor delusions of adequacy and significance, but come out of your self-induced coma long enough to give me a reply. *WHACK* Seanachi may or may not respond to that trivial buzzing you make that passes for taunting, but I am here now sir. *WHACK* If you truly want battle, you may have your fill here. Let's see what you are made of by strewing your bits, both the crunchable and the squooshy ones, across the field of battle for all the world to see. Let's see if your tactical skills surpass the unimaginative, droning idiocy of your taunting, for I can't believe they'd be worse. If you think you can finish a match before being virtually killed by your own mutinous troops, send me a set up! Why, I could even trounce you as the French, with their silly "Zoot Allures," and overly nasal HUH,HUH,HUHs, and goofy helmets. If you were a man you'd knock my teeth out. If you were half a man you'd knock half my teeth out. And if you were a woman you could at least be wearing that tight stenographer's skirt and there'd be SOME BLOODY *POINT* TO YOU BEING HERE MAN! *WHACK**WHACK**WHACK* There Sir OzzieJeff, I played nice. Can I go back to skinning that little narc Harv and rubbing lemon juice and sand on the ruddy bits? Lurk</font>

In the flower garden of the Useless Pillocks retirement home sit three old figures on a bench. The first figure keeps mumbling to himself, occasionally raising his voice and then continuing on with his senseless muttering (sometimes you can make out him saying the words "the loverly Allison"). He carefully lifts a flask to his mouth and then becomes angry when he realizes it is empty. Next sits a grey-haired figure with a red pointy hat upon his head. The hat is moth-eaten and has a layer of dust and cobwebs on it. This figure keeps chattering endlessly to the other figures as if they notice what he is saying to them. The third figure is draped in a dark cloak. It is hard to see his face hidden by the thick unwieldy beard. His eyes almost seem to glow out from the darkness. He is saying nothing but the anger can be seen pouring out of his eyes. A lively figure with a cowboy hat can be seen approaching the bench of the three Olde Ones. It is Joe, Justicar of the MBT. He looks at the three figures and laughs. "You guys look like you've added twenty years to your lives and you've only been gone for two weeks. It is not yet your time to retire. There is much work to be done in the Cesspool. Get your arses back over there or I'll give y'all the *BOOT* and the *BRICK*!" The three figures stiffly stand up and walk slowly back to the Cesspool with Joe right behind them giving them the occassional *BOOT*...

Dalem, do you really think it is wise for you to play anymore games of CM? Does your dog have anymore body parts left to give up? You might want to consult with your dog before you do...I think the poor thing should have some say in the matter. [ May 22, 2002, 02:03 PM: Message edited by: idjit ]

Boo, unfortunately it is quite obvious that you learned everything you know from your wonder leige Croda. That's a good enough reason to hate him...you could always have a Croda-Que for Memorial weekend. Be sure to invite the Olde Ones. [ May 22, 2002, 01:14 PM: Message edited by: idjit ]

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I'm not going to waste my time on you worthless pieces of dog feces...I am seeking to challenge the lowest life forms in the Cesspool...the sludge...that would be the Olde Ones. MrPeng who has taken the wrong path and managed to lose his inherent anger for all. Maybe his other multiple personalities are taking over. MrHappy could be the culprit. I doubt if it is Gateslut since he is all that is rotten in this world. I'll be sure to throw smiley's at you...you waste of a good rant. Seanachai, the Bard, who seems to be suffering from an extreme case of "cat's got his tongue". I believe he was warned to stay away from cute little furry kitties but he couldn't resist the temptation. Who would ever think that they would live to see the day that the Bard had nothing to say about anything. Even I, the Idjit, can throw out more words than you...you wordless Gnome. Berli, who was once believed to be Satan himself. He who was all that is evil in the Cesspool. Now he can be seen at airports with his bald head and ponytail handing out flowers and bibles to spread God's love to all. Berli what are all of the evil people in the world going to do without you? Hey, maybe the world will become a peaceful place at last. *sigh* And to one who isn't an Olde One, but is the keeper of the true inner hatred...Hiram Sedai. Have you finally gone soft? Have you lost your deep hatred for Croda after carefully nuturing it over the years. You are also a worthless piece of sludge...you are probably kissing Croda's pimply arse right at this very moment. I challenge you scummiest of all that is scum. I'm sure you're all afraid of me...but you don't really want the others to know that, do you? [ May 22, 2002, 11:34 AM: Message edited by: idjit ]

What has happened to the MBT? Joe was right...it is getting too nice. Where are the taunts? This thread is just becoming another ladder. It's not about the score. It's all about the taunts. Where is the hatred? What happened to needing a pair but not bragging about it? Yeknodathon who's pair was taken away in an unfortunate surgical procedure, has more of a pair than the whole lot of you! No wonder the Olde Ones have left...you bore them. You have to be extremely pathetic to be able to bore an Olde One. They who are so easily amused. It used to be frightening for an SSN to wander into the pool...now it is no different than any of the grog threads on the outerboards. Well...are you up to showing that you really have a pair? Or are you going to continue to brag about them? Continue on being the useless pillocks you are if that is what you wish. This idjit is not impressed.

You are all a bunch of pillocks! I challenge you all!