Which one's the fat one: happiebunnie or Jenna?

No, genius. You basically inferred that she was fat. I would look in the mirror before handing out fat titles.

ps - i miss shoes. where's that kid been hiding?

Bullshit.

Only your over-sensitivity to weight issues jumps to that conclusion. Happie knows what I think of her anyway...that she is gorgeous just as she is, whatever her weight is.

Furthermore, I have never hidden the fact I'm a fatass. I won't hesitate to mention someone else is fat either because....if it's a fact, it's a fact.

Sure, if you cook em up right. Meat's kind of greasy, though.

Gardener was inspired by Cernunnos when he wrote that one.

He's out of state for the week. That is all I will disclose.

Can I nominate this thread for the 2009 Forgies for "Best Troll Thread"?

ANNA!!!!

Haven't posted too much, since the Internet got turned off in August. Pretty much everything that isn't a life necessity's gone, but I'm sure I'm not the only one in that boat.

*sigh* i must admit...

if Face was looking to start the ultimate drama thread...this would be it.

Kudos, douchebag.

Considering how quickly Jenna and TKO were willing to be...honest with each other, I can't say Face was entirely to blame here.

oh, agreed. but he knew it would happen one way or another, with a thread like this.

Honest? They're fat 47 year old men who live in their parents' basement! How are they being honest?

Geez!

If at all.

Yeah, I totally predicted this pathetic troll thread would turn into teen drama '08 totally rad bitchfest a whole 3 months after I started it and it lay fallow.

Same thing I told her two years ago, that you are obviously not a true friend to her and an overly dramatic whining stupid fat bitch.

But making fun of someone's arm is fine, right?

Do you even fucking read what you type?

And your true colour shows...

Real responsibilities = American speak for not having a warm and loving family. Your parents kick you out when you turned 18, eh?

It's her PARENTS' decision what they want to do with their money, you filthy lard-ass. At least her parents care for her, unlike yours.

Ya know, this thread is starting to make me long for the good ol' days when everybody called me a "slavery apologist".

And that's saying alot.

Shut up, you slavery apologist!





There. You feel better now?

Thanks!

Let me lighten up this thread:

One rainy, windy night, not unlike tonight, a man was walking home alone, down a dark, deserted street that ran right by the local cemetary.

As he passed the gates, he heard a bump in the darkness behind him. Not daring to look back, he quickened his pace. But, the bumping noise continued behind him.

He stopped and turned to see what it was. Coming down the road behind him was a coffin, standing on end, bumping from side to side - BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.

The man, terrified for his life, turned and ran into the driving rain. Behind him, the coffin came faster - BUMP, BUMP, BUMP! Ahead of him, there was a branch that had fallen from a tree. He reached down and grabbed it as he ran by. Still running, he turned and threw it over his shoulder at the coffin - but it just splintered when it hit the coffin and the coffin continued coming faster - BUMPITY, BUMPITY, BUMPITY!

The man turned the corner onto his street and ran through his front gate, the coffin right behind him. His splitting axe was resting against his woodpile so he snagged it, turned, and gave a mighty two-handed throw sending it end over end right at the coffin. SMASH! - the axe shattered on the unnaturally strong wood of the coffin and it continued after him.
The man dashed in his house, but the coffin crashed through the front door. The man ran upstairs and grabbed his shotgun off the wall display. He blasted the coffin with both barrels, but the shot bounced harmlessly off the coffin as it continued up the stairs - BUMP, CLOMP, BUMP, CLOMP!
The man, desperate and scared to death, jumped into the bathroom and locked the door - knowing it would do no good. The coffin Banged against the door, once ..., twice ..., and on the third time, the door exploded and the coffin came forward.

In desperation the man reached out his hand and grabbed whatever he could. All that was there was a bottle of cough syrup so he threw it at the coffin.

The bottle shattered, the cough syrup poured on the coffin, and the coffin stopped.

Cough syrup on coffin (read: "coughing") and the coffin stopped.

Wow, fat girl drama that has nothing to do with me.....

that hardly ever happens

[action=Tamar Garish]scratches Mandi's eyes out hissing and growling!![/action]

She turned me into a NEWT!

Gingrich?

I...I got better.