Random Top 10 II

[RocDoc]

dice's portion of national lampoon's '7 deadly sins' CAN kill a weak heart....'anger' it's called.

convulsions ensued....

[Matheus]

This is Gone Baby Gone.

[JACkory]

That's kick ass Matheus. Sorry it's taken me so long to come around to hear about it. I'm proud of you and even though I realize that I deserve the lions's share of credit I will stand back and let everyone else who still frequents these boards to bask in their participation in this veritable modern day Prometheus story...Or should I say "preMATHEUS story"!!! I hope you continue to grow and find meaning in your life, as I stagnate and rue the day I questioned my existence on this planet. At any rate, at least I done one good thing in my life. You're so welcome, my friend. When you come to the place where you can look back and reckon the people. places & things that have made you who you are, don't give me more credit than I deserve. It's good enough for me to know I was there, doing the hard work that many who were formally in this community neglected or outright didn't give a shit about. I was more aligned with your radical politics than some, who shall remain nameless but you know who you are, don't you? You know you what you did you knew what you were doing even as you were doing it and don't try to tell me different, my fairweathered friend, because I've seen the damage personally. With my own two eyes and a keen sixth sense none of you knew I possessed I watched from the corner as you plotted against Matheus and everyone else who had more a grasp on political science than you could have hoped for and I saw you push the button that opened the trap door and I watched from the shadows as you giggled and chuckled and smirked and yes, even laughed. Even laughed out loud. Have you no sense of decency? This is your raisonne dar tray. don't try to convince anyone otherwise. We all see through that mask. We all see your twisted lips, your wart covered nose, your beard of gilded steel wool, you bleeding ears...yes, we see it all. You don't fool us, just like you never fooled Matheus. He saw you for what you really are. He intuited it long ago when he first met you on the defunct rolling stone boards and it was only with no small amount of reserve that he ventured into the castaways forum because he knew you would be there and he knew you would be crouched down in a corner just waiting to spring upon him with your foul breath, the pus oozing sores on your arms, the beginning stages of leprosy slowly working their way into your entire being. Matheus prophesied it all. You knew his prophecy was true, but you hoped the rest of us would discount it as the typical mumbo jumbo you came to despise in some of the board's posters' easy banter. Such entertaining small talk was not good enough for you, was it? Let's save the fuckin' world, that was your call to duty. Let's educate the heathen. Let's take advantage of their disabilities and use bend them to our will. Fucking bastards! YOU are the bastard and not only will Matheus affirm this as gospel truth, there is a whole band of sandinistas, a veritable castaway rebel army who stand behind him and would no longer tolerate it if you hadn't run screaming into the forest of inconsequential futility, from which you originally came. Matheus and I will follow you, and just like Batman and Robin we will catch you. And when we do the only thing that's certain will be the "Boof!" "Bam!" and "Ouch" bubbles.

Yes, Matheus. We will do this together. We will exact revenge for every man, woman and child who have forgotten their RS.com password. It's just another way I'll enrich your life, but there is one condition:

*I* am ALWAYS Batman.

[Matheus]

I make a better sidekick.

[JACkory]

Ah, it genuinely warms the cockles of my heart to know that you have peeked in and found my manic scribblings! Would that you were only one of many, many of the shipwrecked who would someday choose to aim their battleships towards the ole Island to stop at least long enough to say howdy. Anybody but Thunk. Thunk can kiss my fuckin' pimply ass. I got a feelin' Thunk's gonna come around soon enough to find my pimply ass here to kiss. Don't ask me how I know this. It's enough that you know that I know. Social networks are sleazy, fucked up places to start shit. I mean you don't fuck around with the real me, you know? It's not that I shoot first and ask questions later. I have no questions to ask, so it's shoot first, walk away and hope that nobody reads this post and thinks I was really up to wacking somebody I don't even know. I ain't gonna wack nobody. Only in the dark corners of my selfish imagination will I slay a human being. Even then I'll feel guilty about it, cuz that's the generation I come from. We weren't inundated with gratuitous violence. We weren't raise to see murder and death head on without flinching. We didn't go to movies to see brains explode of cities crumble. We didn't watch television to hear comedians cracking jokes about broken legs and sliced tendons and other anatomically correct methods of inflicting pain. That just wasn't us. So yeah, I'd feel guilty as hell if I even punched Thunk in his fat cyber-gut. But I'd do it. I'd do it and I'd watch him bend over and puke. So yeah, he's gonna find his way here. And yeah, I'm gonna be prepared.

BTW I'm so glad to see you I'm going to suspend my longtime rule and let you be Batman. But just for a day. Then it's back to the yellow cape for you. Sorry, it's got to be that way.

[JACkory]

You know the one thing that's great about being such a loner here these days? No one to correct my atrocious grammar and pronunciation.

Haha, that was a joke.

[Thorngrub]

Jul 25, 2013 17:03:21 GMT -5 JACkory said:

Ah, it genuinely warms the cockles of my heart to know that you have peeked in and found my manic scribblings! Would that you were only one of many, many of the shipwrecked who would someday choose to aim their battleships towards the ole Island to stop at least long enough to say howdy. Anybody but Thunk. Thunk can kiss my fuckin' pimply ass. I got a feelin' Thunk's gonna come around soon enough to find my pimply ass here to kiss. Don't ask me how I know this. It's enough that you know that I know. Social networks are sleazy, fucked up places to start shit. I mean you don't fuck around with the real me, you know? It's not that I shoot first and ask questions later. I have no questions to ask, so it's shoot first, walk away and hope that nobody reads this post and thinks I was really up to wacking somebody I don't even know. I ain't gonna wack nobody. Only in the dark corners of my selfish imagination will I slay a human being. Even then I'll feel guilty about it, cuz that's the generation I come from. We weren't inundated with gratuitous violence. We weren't raise to see murder and death head on without flinching. We didn't go to movies to see brains explode of cities crumble. We didn't watch television to hear comedians cracking jokes about broken legs and sliced tendons and other anatomically correct methods of inflicting pain. That just wasn't us. So yeah, I'd feel guilty as hell if I even punched Thunk in his fat cyber-gut. But I'd do it. I'd do it and I'd watch him bend over and puke. So yeah, he's gonna find his way here. And yeah, I'm gonna be prepared.

BTW I'm so glad to see you I'm going to suspend my longtime rule and let you be Batman. But just for a day. Then it's back to the yellow cape for you. Sorry, it's got to be that way.

*koff*, It's "we weren't raised to see murder...", bub. Try and hold it together, okay?

[JACkory]

1. Jelly Beans
2. Sir Walter Scott
3. Snuggles
4. Aristocratic hypocrisy
5. Pink Floyd's gong
6. Random pornographic screenshots
7. Paper
8. CSI: Miami
9. Televised abstinence
10. Random Top 10 Lists

[JACkory]

1. Tread marks
2. Lunch meat
3. Elvis Presley's necktie
4. rope
5. a call from a collection agency I didn't see coming
6. tires
7. Alaska's best shortbread recipe
8. The impossiblity of communication while in a catatonic state and the way people look at you as you drool
9. Pop Tarts
10. Ride a white horsey, muthafucka...whu?

[JACkory]

1. wifebeaters
2. "Gone With the Wind"
3. Five dollar footlongs
4. Red
5. Crackhead tattoos
6. Herman's Hermits
7. E=MC3
8. Walmart brand gas relief tablets
9. Yet another holiday mug
10. Boom Chaka Laka

[JACkory]

1. Visine
2. The Rapture
3. The Grinch
4. Buddha
5. Seven come eleven gonna make you my own
6. Fried potatoes
7. Ben Stiller
8. Free range
9. Ask not what your country can do for you
10. Urinating in snow

[JACkory]

1. Intermittent connections
2. Skill
3. My dogma's better than your dogma
4. A fart in the wind
5. Red
6. Calliope callin'
7. Michael Stipe designer purses
8. Dallas Cowboys
9. Don't answer the phone, it's probably a collection agency
10. Methamphetamine

[JACkory]

1. Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
2. Glass
3. QWERTY
4. Myth or Reality?
5. Sleeping dog lies
6. Beautiful Persian rugs
7. Blasphemy (once more)
8. Hare Krishna
9. Campbell's Chunky Philly-Style Cheesesteak soup (avoid)
10. I was a teenage adolescent (and I wrote such shitty poetry)

[JACkory]

1. Guava
2. Click
3. Dingo
4. Gotta love a Jew
5. Hoof heart
6. 4
7. a clever way of being ignorant
8. peace, love and manufacturing
9. I believe
10. Rooster Boy

[JACkory]

1. Jesuslookslikeme
2. Lysergic Aaron
3. Slarknaked
4. SheRocks
5. ClickerTwitcher
6. InvisibleFloatingTorsoMan
7. Dollybeadz
8. Patlogi
9. MaryBlaney
10. ekul