Originally posted by Very RustyYou're just on autopilot dude, he wasn't attacking you, how cant you see that?
So you just pretty much kiss butts, and attack people do you butthead, you don't play chess? You don't mind me calling you butthead?...I figure if you can call me a moron..I can call you a butthead and butt kisser.
I wouldn't call you moron, because that would be a serious insult to morons everywhere!
Originally posted by huckleberryhoundHuck..Never expected you for a butt kisser, I guess you can never tell about people!
I'll try, Rusty will listen to me.
Rusty, i think what Starmann posted would be better understood like so.
18 Mar '09 17:55 :: 0 recommendations
Ha! I pop back to see what's hanging and the very first thread I venture into has the same old
"rusty is an incoherent moron, pfc rec each other"
arguments.
What he said was more backing you up than attacking you.........that's what i take from it, anyway.
He is too friendly with Phlabby to be protecting me...looked more like he was drawing attention to it, and thought it was quite funny, I don't even know the "butthead"
Two burly men in white coats arrive and look round forums.
Rights folks, where is he, where is VR? He has been out the asylum too long and his meds have worn off.
There he is the clique shout, over there - GET HIM.
The two burly men charge at VR but he is not quite ready to go back into his padded cell yet. He ducks and dives and starts singing to himself.
We had better get him quick the medics agree, he is beginning to lose it big time.
One goes into his pocket and brings out a packet of Love Hearts, which he opens and pulls out the first sweet and throws it to VR. The message reads "you are sweet".
VR sits down with the sweet and little tears fill his eyes as he reads the message. Someone likes him after all.
The medics move a little closer and throw him another sweet, this time the message reads "Love you" .
VR can hardly contain himself, never has he felt so much warmth towards him.
Cradling both sweets his eyes are totally filled and tears begin to cascade down his face. A little wet patch appears on the front of his yellow trousers as the excitement of the situations gets to him.
The medics edge closer still, VR is unable to see them approach due to his tear filled eyes. They grab him and place another sweet in his hand.
As he wipes the tears away from his eyes he looks at the final sweet he has been given. Its a soor ploom.
The medics tell him that is exactly how he will be feeling when he gets back to his room in the asylum. As they leave with VR safely in his strait-jacket, they turn on their radio and VR's favourite song plays loudly
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Guess I'll go eat worms,
Long, thin, slimy ones; Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.
Down goes the first one, down goes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm.
Up comes the first one, up comes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm.
Nobody loves me, everybody hates me
Think I'll go and eat worms
Long ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones
See how they wriggle and squirm
I bite off the heads, and suck out the juice
And throw the skins away
Nobody knows how fat I grow
On worms three times a day
Ohh...nobody loves me.
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Think I'll go eat worms.
Big fat juicy ones, Eensie weensy squeensy ones,
See how they wiggle and squirm.
Chomp off their heads and squeeze out the juice
And throw their tails away
Nobody knows how I survive
On worms three times a day.
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
I'm goin' down the garden to eat worms
Long thin slimy ones, short fat fuzzy ones
Ooey gooey, ooey gooey worms
Long thin slimy ones slip down easily
Short fat fuzzy ones don't
Short fat fuzzy ones stick to your teeth
And the juice goes slurpin' (slurping noise) down your throat
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
think I'll go eat worms...
big fat juicy ones, little slimy skinny ones,
hope they don't have germs!"