Guess I'm a masochist, too, then, ya fuckin' putz....
Okay, here we go.
The mouth that roared has followed me home.
That's fine.
In fact, it's great, if it's got him the hell outta Rob's face and comments and LIFE.
SeriouslyReally? Finally?
Thank God.
I knew you HAD to be kidding over at Gut Rumbles.
Nobody would intentionally make themselves out to be such a jerkoff otherwise, would they?
Do you think your groupies will find themselves any more enlightened than you are?Oh, so now y'all are "groupies".
Ain't that nice?
And, yes, I do think the people who read me are more enlightened than me. That's why, ya numbnuts, I started this blog. To get "enlightened" insights and perspectives other than my own. To bounce ideas offa people to see if it's me who's fucked up or the rest of the world. (Still "the rest of the world" so far, by the way...)
You read what you want. That is your call, and your call alone.Yeah, I do. I read what I want. Mostly Stephen King, biographies of rock stars and Gut Rumbles. My call and my call alone, huh? Well, gee... thank you. So nice to know I don't hafta ask your permission as to what to read. The sad part here is the next thing you say. "Ignorance of words and the meaning thereof, is neither my concern nor my charge..."
Ignorance of words and the meaning thereof, is neither my concern nor my
charge.
It damned well oughta be your concern, because your decided lack of understanding of the meaning of words is what started alla this, Dipshit. If you had understood the meaning of Rob's words- the REAL meaning- you'd have kept your fat mouth shut.
AND, you wouldn't have to resort to calling me "ignorant" every six seconds. See, if you knew the meaning of more words, you could maybe think of something new and different to call me. Right before ya start pulling my hair or throwing those spitballs. Weenie.
Truth, is. Ad hominem (such as yours) slams are what they have always been--ad hominem. Either have a real argument--which I will happilyGawd. I barely know where to begin with this mess of a paragraph.
debate to the nth degree (why do you think Rob does not argue with me?),
or STFU. You are a proving yourself to be a living example of the
proverbial saying: If you have nothing to say, you have nothing to say.
First off, your punctuation sucks rocks.
Second... what? Somebody give you a "word-of-the-day" roll of toilet paper, or something? Could you use "ad hominem" any more times in the space of twenty words? And, maybe people wouldn't be so "ad hominem" with you if ya didn't make it so easy. Besides, I didn't start out slamming you, even though you were begging for it from the get-go. From your very first sentence, you were throwing around the word "fuck".
Wanna see my first comment? Rob's current and more than likely TEMPORARY attitude and this resultant fit of pique are both entirely understandable and, if you've ever been in his position, even defensible.
Posted by Stevie at May 13, 2005 10:08 PM Your response to me? Stevie
Your ignorance is radically apparent, and in your own words. too. Nothing to add. Posted by jb at May 13, 2005 10:27 PM Soooo.
Who is slamming who?
And, I won't even go into the whole "groupie" thing you started in the your second comment. I really don't consider being thought of as Rob's groupie a slam. I do, however, think you're jealous of his. My "real argument" all along has been: Leave it (and him) alone. Just stop it. There's nothing to debate in that, is there? Guess that's why you had to resort to using "ignorant" on me again.
*yawn* And, for the record, I think Rob doesn't argue with you for several reasons, not the least of which is that it has proved to be a treMENdous waste of time. Plus, I doubt he gives a rat's pointy poopage what you think or say or do. And, him telling you to blow it outcher ass doesn't mean you "hit a nerve". It means you annoyed him further than he already was.
Don't pat yourself on the back for that, though. The mood he was in, the friggin' wind coulda pissed him off. But, it didn't. YOU did. And, I can't say I blame him, either, coming on like you did.
Whom exactly is it that you think you are, anyway? Telling Rob what to do... shyeah... Next we come to your "proverbial" drivel....
First off, Poindexter, "proverbial" means either "of or like a proverb, mentioned in a proverb" or "notorious, well known", which that shit you ended that paragraph with was neither. It's not in Proverbs, I know that, and it's not well known or notorious, either. In fact, it sounds totally made up and rather redundant and kinda stupid. "If you have nothing to say, you have nothing to say." That's just dumb.
Well, okay. It's dumb and it's totally you.
Any of you "groupies" ever heard that one before?
Clarity for clarity's sake, and all.Nnnnooo.... how about "clarity for CHRIST'S SAKE"? Woulda been nice if you'd have used any in Rob's comments.
heheThought you were gonna be "serious".
For the record, it is your panties that exist in the particularWrong again, Merlin.
formation you describe . . . Mine fit fine. Do better than a cliche,
Dude.
Two times at once, even. First off, I AIN'T WEARIN' ANY!!!!! Bwahahahahaha!!!!! Yours fit fine... hmmm. Must be granny-panties to be able to fit your ass with your head stuck so firmly in it. Lastly, Nimrod, I'm not a "Dude". I'm a "Dudette". Jesus. I know you can't read the meaning between the lines and certain (most) words elude you, but am I also to understand you can't even see what you're looking at in a photo, fer fuck's sake?
If ya can't see the truth of what you're looking in a photo, I'm not gonna make any bets on your ability to ferret out the real meaning of Rob's words.
I am singularly unimpressed by your very serious attempts at logic 101.That's fine.
I am singularly unimpressed by YOU.
'Nuff said . . . unless you are a masochist.'Nuff said, unless you are as complete an idiotic buffoon as I think. To reiterate:
Quinton is NOT your son.
YOUR own son needs all the help you can give him.
Attacking Rob is always gonna get you strictly NOWHERE.
What Rob posts and how he conducts his relationship with his son is none of your business. Telling him to delete posts and how to be a father to his son is insulting at the very least and an outrage at this juncture, considering how many times you were told to STFU yourself by everybody over there. Including Rob himself. And, since you recommended a job to me, let me return the favor.
After having spent the better part of this evening engaged in this "debate" with you (note to self: Stop having battles of wits with witless wonders), my considered opinion is that you either are or should be a professional armchair quarterback.
You know.
One of those fat schlubs, in his nasty tighty-whities, with his big ol' beer gut hanging down (Do I sense a "dickie-doo" here?) who thinks he knows ever s'much more than the real quarterback who is actually playing the game. The fat mouth who keeps screaming at the TV, who'd get killed if he was actually on that field.
Those guys, like you, think they know everything about everything and they get very pouty and pissed off and resort to name-calling when nobody cares or listens to 'em.
Like you. You'd be perfect for that job. You're a natural. Any questions? Sincerely,
the masochistic, sexist, radically ignorant groupie
Comments
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Dammit, Steve, you have a heart as big as West Texas. No wonder I like you so damn much.
This whole thing (Acidman's situation) is so fucking tragic that I . . . I don't konw. It sucks.
Secondly, "JB" sounds suspiciously like a certain monkey I know of.
Just thinking.
This whole thing (Acidman's situation) is so fucking tragic that I . . . I don't konw. It sucks.
Secondly, "JB" sounds suspiciously like a certain monkey I know of.
Just thinking.
Posted by: Daniel Medley at May 14, 2005 05:52 AM (ZOE4q)
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Thank you, Sweetie.
West Texas, huh? Cool. *grin*
Gonna hafta watch "Tincup" now... Kevin makes West Texas sound both hardscrabble and almost poetically beautiful at the same time.
Might be a hard life he's livin' there, but ya know he'd never leave.
I like that.
But, not as much as I like you.
*kisses yer nose, like Snoopy would*
(And, now hoping ya don't go running off hollering for "IODINE!!!!" the way Lucy does.... *giggle*)
And, yeah... Rob.
Jeezus.
These days, I don't so much "think about" him, as I do FEEL him.
He writes so straight from his heart, how could I not?
How could anybody not feel that?
I dunno.
But, it's obvious as all hell that some people can't. They just don't get it.
Those are the ones I pity, too. Them and all the poor bass-tids in their lives who're being overridden, dismissed and told to just shut up and "get over" shit. Being CENSORED, even... controlled to death, too.
*shudder*
When I think about all that Rob has gone through, in such a short space of time and the intensity of the heartbreak that each individual situation has brought him... my God.
That he's not dead or in jail is a testament to his strength of character, balls, brains and heart.
And, the fact that in his agony, he decided to write about it, hence offering his hand to anyone else who may need the benefit of his experience, liiiike ME, for instance... well, that's where my love for the guy was born.
Last night, Eric and I were out and about and we saw several odd-looking limos. He was looking at the cars, I was trying to look IN 'em.
He said he didn't care who was in them, that they're only people, just like me and him and then we got into who would we be excited to meet?
My first answer was "Buford Pusser".
Can't. He's dead.
Then, Eric offers up Gia Carangi.
Can't. She's gone, too.
Silence reigned for a second and then I said, "Well, hell. The only LIVE person I can think of that I KNOW would make my hands shake to meet is Rob in Georgia." (That IS his whole name around here, ya know. *smile* I have a Rob here in Pa., too, so to keep it straight, it's GA Rob and PA Rob...)
And, it's not because he's "Acidman", either. Not entirely, anyway. It's because, at this point, I have so much I'd like to tell him (about just how awesome he really is and shit) and I owe him so so much, I'd not know where to start.
I'm not a typical female. I don't think like they do, act like they do or try to manipulate relationships or people like so many women do. I would NEVER turn my back on Rob for expressing what he feels and thereby, maybe also exorcising the demons.
If I don't ever get a point across to the man, except that he can trust me implicitly to always be there if he ever needs me like I did him, that's fine... as long as I make that one thing known.
NO MATTER WHAT he says or does or HOW he says or does it, I'm not gonna let him down or expect him to subjugate his feelings to my desire (which I don't have anyway) to be treated "specially", as some do.
He's a man.
A real man and a good man.
And, I can not only see that, I can feel it.
And, that's all I need to know.
Hell, I always have been loyal (and honest) to a fault, why change now?
I'd rather be hated for being me than loved for trying to be someone I'm not.
Which, by the way, is (one of the myriad of reasons) why you're so cool. You like me being me.
*big grin*
Thank you again for that, Dan.
West Texas, huh? Cool. *grin*
Gonna hafta watch "Tincup" now... Kevin makes West Texas sound both hardscrabble and almost poetically beautiful at the same time.
Might be a hard life he's livin' there, but ya know he'd never leave.
I like that.
But, not as much as I like you.
*kisses yer nose, like Snoopy would*
(And, now hoping ya don't go running off hollering for "IODINE!!!!" the way Lucy does.... *giggle*)
And, yeah... Rob.
Jeezus.
These days, I don't so much "think about" him, as I do FEEL him.
He writes so straight from his heart, how could I not?
How could anybody not feel that?
I dunno.
But, it's obvious as all hell that some people can't. They just don't get it.
Those are the ones I pity, too. Them and all the poor bass-tids in their lives who're being overridden, dismissed and told to just shut up and "get over" shit. Being CENSORED, even... controlled to death, too.
*shudder*
When I think about all that Rob has gone through, in such a short space of time and the intensity of the heartbreak that each individual situation has brought him... my God.
That he's not dead or in jail is a testament to his strength of character, balls, brains and heart.
And, the fact that in his agony, he decided to write about it, hence offering his hand to anyone else who may need the benefit of his experience, liiiike ME, for instance... well, that's where my love for the guy was born.
Last night, Eric and I were out and about and we saw several odd-looking limos. He was looking at the cars, I was trying to look IN 'em.
He said he didn't care who was in them, that they're only people, just like me and him and then we got into who would we be excited to meet?
My first answer was "Buford Pusser".
Can't. He's dead.
Then, Eric offers up Gia Carangi.
Can't. She's gone, too.
Silence reigned for a second and then I said, "Well, hell. The only LIVE person I can think of that I KNOW would make my hands shake to meet is Rob in Georgia." (That IS his whole name around here, ya know. *smile* I have a Rob here in Pa., too, so to keep it straight, it's GA Rob and PA Rob...)
And, it's not because he's "Acidman", either. Not entirely, anyway. It's because, at this point, I have so much I'd like to tell him (about just how awesome he really is and shit) and I owe him so so much, I'd not know where to start.
I'm not a typical female. I don't think like they do, act like they do or try to manipulate relationships or people like so many women do. I would NEVER turn my back on Rob for expressing what he feels and thereby, maybe also exorcising the demons.
If I don't ever get a point across to the man, except that he can trust me implicitly to always be there if he ever needs me like I did him, that's fine... as long as I make that one thing known.
NO MATTER WHAT he says or does or HOW he says or does it, I'm not gonna let him down or expect him to subjugate his feelings to my desire (which I don't have anyway) to be treated "specially", as some do.
He's a man.
A real man and a good man.
And, I can not only see that, I can feel it.
And, that's all I need to know.
Hell, I always have been loyal (and honest) to a fault, why change now?
I'd rather be hated for being me than loved for trying to be someone I'm not.
Which, by the way, is (one of the myriad of reasons) why you're so cool. You like me being me.
*big grin*
Thank you again for that, Dan.
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