Dear Evil Discussor... Which is better? Cats or Dogs?
Dogs.
Do cats play poker?
No.
They hide under beds, and scurry away, and hack up hairballs, and claw at your door, and scratch your face off, and try to climb into your mouth and down your throat when you're sleeping.
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posted by EVIL DISCUSSOR at 6:28 AM
12 Comments:
Suck
You may be right, but more importantly, I love that you're still commenting after much ridicule and awful shaming. Now that's reslience! That's determination! That's embarassing!
reslience?? you fucking moron!
Good times in Anonymous town! Evil D loves him the totally brainless, nameless, faceless, anonymous comments! Especially ones lacking all wit and creativity! The patheticer the better! And so far he's got himself two very awesomely pathetic ones! He thrives off of that sort of sad shit! It makes him eviler! And for some reason, sexier! Evil D also sometimes mispells words! Words like 'resilience'!
Don't whine, it makes you look sad and bitter, you got to take what you give...
Who are you, my anonymous foe? You are not Loyal Anon. Nor are you New Anonymous Retard. Maybe you are the Even Newer Douchefaced Fucknosed Retard Who Happens To Troll My Site On Weekends When He Should Maybe Be Doing Anything Else Like Maybe Going Outside Or Living Life In Someway Or If He Is Going To Be Spending Sundays On The Internet Should Probably Be On An Internet Dating Site Trying To Find Someone Who Might Love Him For The Douchefaced Fucknosed Anonymous Retard He Is Retard? That seems apt, yes?
And no, the pathetic fact that I am also writing this on a Sunday does not detract from my point whatsoever. For I am E.D. And you are E.N.D.F.R.W.H.T.T.M.S.O.W.W.H.S.M.B.D.A.E.L.M.G.O.O.L.L.I.S.O.I.H.I.G.T.B.S.S.O.T.I.S.P.B.O.A.I.D.S.T.T.F.S.W.M.L.H.F.T.D.F.A.R.H.I.R. Which sucks. Cause its so long. And not catchy at all, loserface.
HAHAHAHAH - I'm still here, and probably wont be leaving you until my internet priveldges are taken away from me at work. You're all I got E.D.! On this horribly beautiful Monday morning when I shouldn't be working because it's mother effing MLK day, I can rely on you for a little chuckle. To this I say thank you.
- LA
P.S. You wont ever catch me reading/posting on your site on the weekend. You are only needed while I'm at work and a little humorous distraction is in order.
loyal anonymous-
you are like the poster child for spousal abuse. E.D. keeps on hating on you with his vicious rhetoric and you keep coming back for more.
You're right I do sound like an abused spouse.
Maybe it's because when I was little I used to catch my Mom whooping on my Dad with a wooden spoon when the potatos weren't baked all the way through. She would come home from the office and my Dad would be in his daily "kiss the cook" apron with dinner all set and she would show no appreciation and no mercy. Sad.
i think you got hit in the head with some of those half-baked potatoes. repeatedly.
Um, can I just make a comment about the actual post?
E.D. = WRONG
Cats rule, because you can talk about your pussy all day long and it's okay.
This is a tough one. Because city dogs have to be walked CONSTANTLY which becomes a major fucking drag at six a.m. and the dog is running in circles in front of the leash. Dogs are good because 99.9% of them ARE friendly except for my sister's dog who was a c*nt and didn't like anyone but her.
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