RoyalOrleans

Like yanking a kitty-cat through a keyhole.

My Minister of Pain has to get a better avatar.

Heh heh... you wish you could pull that move off! Everyone fears the "Wake-up Call" a Legsweep DDT variation and once you're jiggling on the mat that will be when I drop the elbow off the top rope. 1 2 3 Ring the bell.

Ooo... I would've edited that post, too. You seem to have a chip on your shoulder, wolvy. Just be nice and your stay in the box will be short compared to wez' tenure.

I noticed you edited your little post, wolvessucker. Why didn't you edit out the part where you sounded like a babbling blabbermouth cunt? To the box!

Don't ever start the habit, my young padawan.

I appreciate the advice, but I have tried the cold turkey approach. Worked for two to three days and on the fourth I broke down. I am only as strong as my greatest weakness. So I must replace a vice with a vice. Which the word 'vice' is latin and means 'in place of'. So I am slowly weening myself off of the cigarettes with gum, toothpicks, sunflower seeds, and something I discovered last night: orange flavored tic-tacs.

For the length of time that I smoked, I never ever had a problem with the General. He salutes at a cool breeze blowing through my kitchen window.

Whatever is readily available, Outy... my Minister of Pain.

It's ashame that you refer to yourself as a dizzy bitch, Outlaw.

I would hope that the kidnappers would have comprehension of simple fucking grammar so that I may read a ransom note.

Jesus Fucking Christ! Builder??? Did you send this imbecile in here with a note pinned to his shirt. Outy... prick him in the eye with the pin.

Ohhh... I love to smoke. I love my not-so heavy pack of desert ungulates, however I am thinking about my cock. Most women don't like smokers and my cock likes pretty women. So....

If my replies kill brain cells, then might I suggest that you should stop reading them.

My ******. I've got your back.

Yes, I know this. But why would she claim that they were together on the night of JonBenet's death?

And his ex-wife has absolutely no reason to be an alibi. In the ensuing years of their divorce, she has swore out restraining orders, taken him to court for custody of their children and won, and a host of other acts.

On top of all that Jhony5, if JonBenet had been from MLK JR Blvd, black as coal, blue-lipped, illiterate, and a hairlip we would not have heard about this case. Not all child abduction, abuse, murder, molestation cases are solved... EVER. All cases should get this much attention so that we, as citizens, know who the fuck is living around us.

After nearly twenty and four years of smoking cigarettes, I am giving up the habit. I must've started by stealing my father's cig butts in the ashtray and sneaking outside to finish them off. I thought that the smoking made me look cool, older, and sophisticated... well it did! Above all the obvious reasons, I am quitting because I can't stand the obligation of smoking day to day and week to week. Buying a carton here and a pack there, knowing and looking forward to lighting up as soon as I step outside or after a meal or after a good shit for that matter. No longer will I be a slave to the weakness of my character. I haven't formally quit, but I have cut way the hell back. Normally by two o'clock in the afternoon I have had about eight cigarettes and will have three to five more in the evening. Now I have cut down to three a day and they will always follow a meal. Eventually, I will dwindle that down to one a day and finally zero a day. What do I do for cravings? They are tough... I am fighting a craving right now. I've been chewing on toothpicks, coffee stirrers, and bubble gum. Most of all, spitting and munching sunflower seeds has helped. If I had the opportunity to perform cunnilingus on a hottie, that would most defiinitely help thwart the Black Nipple of Nicotine. Why am I posting this in the Off Topic Forum forum? Easy. As I stated above, I no longer desire to be thrall to tobacco. That said, I am stopping out of sheer spite of anyone who has told me, preached to me, or complained to me about my smoking habits and the effects that it has on my health. God-motherfucking-dammit... they were right. So far, physically, I feel great! I've always been in great shape, because of my job, but this morning I felt I could push-mower cut thirty lawns. I even did pullups for the first time since Basic Training. So to all you smoking kiddies out there, huff and puff away until you turn 36 and give it up. Save the money that you would spend on cigarettes and start an emu farm or something.

Well... one has to start somewhere. Maybe the week prior he was drawing chalk outlines.

Oh... yeah right. You say this shit like you are one of those Heaven's Gate people.

Everyone knows it was some Puerto Rican guy. To the casual onlooker, yes... it looks cut and dry. I believe there are more to the Ramsey's than meets the eye. Ten years ago, I did not buy into this opinion until this Karr surfaced. I've been through a few third world type villages around Seoul, Korea. Not a pretty sight either... downright sickening. I never said Karr was not a child predator of sorts. His eyes give him away... it's like he's on another plane of existense or something. Karr's blank, emotionless stare, piercing hollow eyes remind me of another of similar background... Jeffrey Dahmer. ... and when you have money and resources at your beck and call... Lying whore sounded better than malignant loopy cunt. You talking to me? I do, wholeheartedly, agree that this story has been played out well beyond all reason. Moreover, I could really careless about the case now. JonBenet was of no kin or relation to me. Why should I care? When a six year old is dressed up to look like a sixteen year old and then paraded about for all perverse eyes to witness, you've made a predator's day. Child pageants are sickening and should be fucking abolished. You talking to me? I hate the fact that you believe that I jumped on the bandwagon of the 'sexier' plot long ago. It's just an opinion I formulated over a decade of hearing about this fucking tragedy. Perhaps Patsy had everything to do with murder. Perhaps she could've stopped Karr from murdering JonBenet. Now we will never know. Absolutely.

Where in the hell do you live? An abandoned factory?

Been huffing on spray paint cans again? I told you, Outy, leave that shit alone.

Then why in the goddamn piss hell did you quote me? Let it be known that RO is in the zone. - - - - - - Don't make me bust out some freestyle.