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To: Impristine who wrote (2)9/16/1998 10:01:00 PM
From: gypsy  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 30919
 
Oh, I love to insult...

I'm sure I could think of an insult if I tried hard enough!

LOL
ze gyp



To: Impristine who wrote (2)9/17/1998 7:00:00 AM
From: GROUND ZERO™  Respond to of 30919
 
Hey, watch it pal. I bet you're just jealous that you didn't think of this first. hahahahahahaha

GZ



To: Impristine who wrote (2)9/18/1998 8:40:00 AM
From: GROUND ZERO™  Respond to of 30919
 
Why don't you crawl back under your rock?

GZ



To: Impristine who wrote (2)1/16/1999 10:07:00 PM
From: Hubert Few  Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 30919
 
Hey, prissy boy, over here you testosterone swilling reprobate sinner!!! Ha! I want to see your sorry ass in church tomorrow getting right with the lord as it were, yeah, that's the ticket. Get down on your phucking hands and knees and PRAY that a phucking lightning bolt don't come crashing down on your little scab covered head like the ZOTZ guy....remember those? Nope didn't think so. The last god-fearing card-carrying bonafide hippies left back in 68, bound as they were for glory but in fact ended up in a squirming mass of butt-phucking cornhole induced rectal stupoforia! Ha! Gerbils indeed, the republicans and the CIA together found the moles, but they couldn't see the little hairless tails sticking out of one another's asses! Ha! Child molestation, now there's an insult, what kid wouldn't like to grow up telling classmates they were slammed against a wall every saturday night by their stepfather and given a reaming the likes of which no sane person ever recovered from lest it were to beat the drunken offender senseless (yes, a low effort task) and left to gather dust in the back corner of a 48' Fleetwood mobile home. We used to call those trailers, now they are simply mobile homes.Ha! Taken out of context the notion of dignity and purity stand like open sores, flies gather to suck whatever nutritional value they may. Little parasitic flies that inject the human host with grand notions of somehow being higher up the Darwinistic extension ladder.....feet bare and bleeding from the brittle little crushed skulls of their "lessor" counterparts as they ascend the stairway to heaven. Ha! I can almost hear it now....Dylan and Robert Plant, cranked on hits of blotter acid playing stairway to heaven on cheap Sears guitars.

Picture if you may a world free of the need to insult as a recreational pursuit. In consensus lies the grand notion of redemption, in solitude lies the much more sobering concept of infinity. Were it not for the random scattering of unlike particles into the solar winds, we should better think that watching a moon set over venus, inhaling ammonia and shitting little nuggets of iron would seem a suitable domain.

Ha! Put that in your hookah and take a long soothing pull...