What does Garamet do in a home invasion scenario?

As opposed to how clever these boring, shitty, whiny callout threads are.

You believe that people who mindlessly repost propaganda memes are thinking?

Acceptable? You're cute tonight. An acceptable answer to a question, or indeed any other post, on Wordforge is precisely defined as any damn thing any poster damn well chooses to post in response. Which is why you'll accept it, too. You have no other option.

It's especially ironic coming from the guy who thinks "Asparagus" is a perfectly valid answer to anything that isn't "Because fuck you, that's why."

So, then, "I'm not going to answer that question" isn't an acceptable answer? Or are you saying that it is but just choosing to agree with me in the most dickish way you could come up with?

Maybe I will, and maybe I won't. You've got a plate loose, apparently, going from, "anyone can respond any way they want" to "YOU MUST ACCEPT IT SO SAYETH THE LORD THY STEAK AND CHEESE SANDWICH!" like that.

I have all the options under the sun. Accepting garamet's answer is only one among millions.

As retcons go, that's a novel one. But for those of us who were here to watch you build that history of disingenuous posting you're straining under now, it's just not going to fly. We didn't start trolling you to make you dance until you'd already auditioned for the part all on your own.

And yet every time I challenge any one of you - any one of you - to point to a question I haven't answered (that's "not answered," not "didn't give you the answer you want"), each and every one of you climbs up his own ass rather than do so.

Why is that?

You're right. The reason you yobs started trolling me, beginning with -Jeriko on Day One, had nothing to do with what I posted.

Yanno, I swear we have this conversation every summer. It's like déjà vu all over again...

I've already done that. Either you're ignoring that or you're senile. And by the way, there is no "answer we don't want", so put that bad check right back in your purse. Non-answers aren't "unwanted" answers -- they're just non-answers.

Here's how that would usually go:

"What's your favorite kind of food for breakfast?"
"The kind that I eat in the morning."
"You didn't answer the question."
"Yes I did! You just don't like my answer!"

Bullshit.

Then I must have missed the link in the midst of your usual tossed word salad. Feel free to post it again. I mean, this subject gnaws at you so much, you must have that particular post right at your fingertips, amirite?

Walk away, or get out the mind-sifter, ya wimp.

Nah, let him spin out as usual. He's got nothin'. It's just fun to see how few posts it takes before he has his meltdown.

Good to know you can still find people to play your games with you.

Semiotics can be fun. If you weren't so busy being hostile, I'm confident you could keep up.

Oh, I'm fully inured, Grannaw. Have been for a long time, now. The part you don't seem to be hep to is that we pretty much all are, now.

How's that make you feel?

Can't find a link to even one instance to back your claim, huh? Imagine that.

Already did so the last time you denied that you pull that crap. Besides, I'm sure you'll provide another instance yourself before too much longer. You always do. When you do, of course, you'll claim you haven't -- but your claims are worth fuck-all when the subject is your own honesty.

Odd that you can't find it, then.

Odder still that you think I'm going to play Steppin Fetchit every time you lie about your past behavior.

It's amazing that something you claim to be so egregious eludes you every time you're asked to produce it.

Not as amazing as your collection of bestiality porn. Oh! Isn't just making shit up wonderful? Your turn!

Can anyone help Rookman out here? Apparently this forum is littered with unanswered questions, but he can't seem to find a single one.

Anybody able to offer our boy a lifeline? Bueller? Anybody?

Would you two just get a room and have some wild sex....this shameless flirting and sexual tension is getting tedious.

And while you two are at it, get El Chup and Dayton a room.

Ugh! Dude!

I'm going to revert a bit here for old time's sake.

garamet throws pocket sand at the intruder.

The intruder, temporarily blinded, is vunerable.

garamet take the opportunity to break a vase over the intruder.

The intruder wakes up in the guest bedroom bound and gagged.

garamet is seen donning her strap-on.

garamet proceeds to fuck the intruder in the ass harder than Thornton pounded Liberace.

The End. Credits.

can she bust him one with a bust of Beethoven? The fromage to Clockwork Orange would become a legend of fan service.

I don't know how good your memory is, but the ol' "devotchka" in ACO got brained with a sculpture of a phallus.

Soooo, four hours later, and none of his allies have been able to help Rookman find his missing "proof."

Conclusions:

(A) There is no proof
and/or
(B) Rookman has no allies

There is also a (C):

I'm the only one left here charitable enough to show you any attention. Now you deal with that.