Oh Look.. it's no-dicky.. did the sump pump wake you up.. is mommy gonna feed you soon. you can hear her can't you.. coughing upstairs.. in the house.. where there is light.. heat.. people and you are down in the dark.. the damp.. chained to the wall.. hoping she will hose you off cause your feces is chafing you.. maybe tonight the chicken she throws down to you might be cooked.. hope no-dicky.. keep hoping
"look I gotta run.. I got a lesson with the Kramers and they'll kill each other if I ain't there in three minutes"
No, he's right. You really are a pile of doodoo. Pig squirts. Bacon, shaken and much mistaken. Swine-ass-juice, spurted onto a pile of rancid rotten hay. Y'oughta better been shat down a storm drain. 'Cause 'yain't nuffin'.
Don't be ridiculous. If you tried the drugs that Grout is on you'd attempt suicide but fail miserably.
99.9999% of humanity writes better than you do, at a ridiculously conservative estimate. I'm no fan of Grout, but he beats those ridiculously conservative odds more often than not.
Shyaddap, :liet:. You taking shots at me is like a leper taking shots at a hobo. I may not be liked, but no matter how much kung fu you pull off in my direction, you're never gonna be accepted by the cool kids. Save your energy.
Being omnipresent is pretty cool because you don't need a GPS. And every time you plan out a trip with Mapquest your travel time = zero.