I'll put ya'll in your fucking place.

Hahahaha. How the hell ya'll doin'? I'm buzzin'.

Know what pisses me off though? How I can't phsyically hurt someone over the internet (hence the title). Damn that pisses me off. So many fucking whiney sissys online think they're the badest motherfucker that ever lived. Horse shit.

Ya' ever called someone a ****** in public? No, 'cause you'd get your fucking teeth knocked out.

Some would say I'm a dumbass for caring at all (you can quote me if you like). I don't take it personally, if I want to talk smack though I'll go to the pub on the weekend.

It ain't worth the energy or your time. And it would just go to show what a whiney fucking pussy you are.

See what I mean, yo?

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Didn't think so.

Hahahaha. How the hell ya'll doin'? I'm buzzin'.

 

Know what pisses me off though? How I can't phsyically hurt someone over the internet (hence the title). Damn that pisses me off. So many fucking whiney sissys online think they're the badest motherfucker that ever lived. Horse shit.

 

Ya' ever called someone a ****** in public? No, 'cause you'd get your fucking teeth knocked out.

 

Some would say I'm a dumbass for caring at all (you can quote me if you like). I don't take it personally, if I want to talk smack though I'll go to the pub on the weekend.

 

It ain't worth the energy or your time. And it would just go to show what a whiney fucking pussy you are.

 

See what I mean, yo?

 

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Didn't think so.

and just what makes you such a "badass" then. your probly just an ignorant fuck who cant deal with interacting with others and possibly getting made out to look like an idiot so you believe physicaly harming someone will make you right. well guess what, thats not how the world works. so dont post stupid ignorant shit like this

The IP Address is: 24.222.203.68. The host name is: blk-222-203-68.eastlink.ca.

OrgName: Andara High Speed Internet c/o Halifax Cablevision LTD.

OrgID: HACA

Address: PO Box 8660, Station A

City: Halifax

StateProv: NS

PostalCode: B3K-5M3

Country: CA

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Does anyone CARE what you mean?......

Didn't think so.

Sure it does. The whole world is based on violence you fucking idiot. You can be right as rain, but if you piss some dude bigger than you off, you'll be a dead piece of shit.

Did I ever claim to be a total badass myself (I am pretty badass though)? No. Do I travel the net slagging people anomously like a prick? No. Seems like most people here are fucking good at it. And I'm 'probly'? Probably what? You don't know shit kid, your in over your head.

The IP Address is: 24.222.203.68. The host name is: blk-222-203-68.eastlink.ca.

 

OrgName: Andara High Speed Internet c/o Halifax Cablevision LTD.

OrgID: HACA

Address: PO Box 8660, Station A

City: Halifax

StateProv: NS

PostalCode: B3K-5M3

Country: CA

 

 

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Thats pretty close to my whole address. If you want to fucking come here I suggest you bring all your friends.

Does anyone CARE what you mean?......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Didn't think so.

You cared enough to reply. And besides, I don't give a flying fuck if anyone in this piece of shit cares or not. I'm ranting.

Love my new title by the way.

Glad you pathetic fuck wits think that I'm the idiot. If ya'll thought I was cool then I'd be worried.

Sure it does. The whole world is based on violence you fucking idiot. You can be right as rain, but if you piss some dude bigger than you off, you'll be a dead piece of shit.

 

Did I ever claim to be a total badass myself (I am pretty badass though)? No. Do I travel the net slagging people anomously like a prick? No. Seems like most people here are fucking good at it. And I'm 'probly'? Probably what? You don't know shit kid, your in over your head.

size means shit. ive done martial arts for the last 10 years and can tell you first hand size is not a major factor. ive seen small guys fuck up big guys and big guys fuck up small guys. but when u have 75 percent of the general population of the world not even knowing how to properly punch, and then bullshiting that there so good at fighting, its not had to put them in their place.

you started this dumb thread saying shit that just gonna get you flamed

I'd of edited that last post but I can't see the fucking thing.

Yeah I know its a little cliche.

ive done martial arts for the last 10 years

I trained with the SAS. Whats your point?

You can be right as rain, but if you piss some dude bigger than you off, you'll be a dead piece of shit.

Good bye then. It was not nice knowing you. Retard.

Ya' ever called someone a ****** in public? No, 'cause you'd get your fucking teeth knocked out.

Of course I didn't. I was making a point that you're full of shit.

really how am i full of shit?

Who the fuck is this now? Shit, no wonder my thread was so unpopular. You are all a bunch of butt fucking queers. Well fuck ya'll I'm going home.

Don't forget to pop 'round sometime 'the rock'. I look forward to it.

Good bye then. It was not nice knowing you. Retard.

Come come builder, he is an IDIOT not a RETARD. Geez, give the retards of the world a LITTLE credit will ya

Come come builder, he is an IDIOT not a RETARD. Geez, give the retards of the world a LITTLE credit will ya

I agree it was a guess, Tizz, but my guessing is rarely wrong.

I agree it was a guess, Tizz, but my guessing is rarely wrong.

Shut the fuck up, ya' dumb bitch.

Shut the fuck up, ya' dumb bitch.

hey now, I am the bitch, builder is the Dick

I don't want to be rude or disrespectful, and I indubitably don't want to start an argument, but Capt. Spalding is the type of person who would shoot you just to see if his gun worked. You see, I clearly believe that the older Capt. Spalding gets, the more insincere he becomes. And because of that belief, I'm going to throw politeness and inoffensiveness to the winds. In this letter, I'm going to be as rude and crude as I know how, to reinforce the point that Capt. Spalding should learn to appreciate what he has instead of feeling so oppressed because he can't do everything he wants, every time he wants to. Woe to the tendentious braggadocios who popularize a genre of music whose graphic lyrics explicitly urge the worst sorts of pouty pests there are to force women to live by restrictive standards not applicable to men! I hope I don't need to remind you that it is probably safe to assume that I am quite certain that "noisome", "spleeny", and "wanton" seem the most appropriate adjectives to describe his op-ed pieces, but it's still true, and we must do something about it. Personally, I don't expect Capt. Spalding to give up his crusade to seek temporary tactical alliances with feral bludgers in order to threaten national security. But we'll see.

I have taken the liberty of letting Capt. Spalding know that I indeed dislike him. Likes or dislikes, however, are irrelevant to observed facts, such as that Capt. Spalding is an inspiration to irritating rascals everywhere. They panegyrize his crusade to gag the innocent accused from protesting teetotalism-motivated prosecutions and, more importantly, they don't realize that I frequently talk about how discourteous, squalid misers would be far more bearable if they didn't gain a virtual stranglehold on many facets of our educational system. I would drop the subject, except that everyone ought to read my award-winning essay, "The Naked Aggression of Spalding". In it, I chronicle all of Capt. Spalding's conjectures, from the pharisaical to the morally questionable, and conclude that it has been brought to my attention that we must do away with the misconception that we have too much freedom. While this is undoubtedly true, I am certain that if I asked the next person I meet if he would want Capt. Spalding to replace law and order with anarchy and despotism, he would say no. Yet we all stand idly by while Capt. Spalding claims that all major world powers are controlled by a covert group of "insiders". Capt. Spalding is inherently pugnacious, viperine, and annoying. Oh, and he also has a self-righteous mode of existence. His nasty dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Nepotism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these cruel trends is to offer a framework for discussion so that we can more quickly reach a consensus. To be precise, some hopeless, jackbooted Neanderthals actually aver that his vices are the only true virtues. This is the kind of muddled thinking that he is encouraging with his cock-and-bull stories. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as prudish busybodies.

No one can deny that Capt. Spalding is like a parrot that makes noises for attention without any kind of clue as to what it is saying, yet Capt. Spalding ignores the most basic ground rule of debate. In case you're not familiar with it, that rule is: attack the idea, not the person. I have seen and heard enough. Now, it is time to refute his arguments line by line and claim by claim. Pyrrhonism is a crime, an outrage, and a delusion. Period, finis, and Q.E.D.

Capt. Spalding once said that he defends the real needs of the working class. Oh, please. I'm just glad I hadn't eaten dinner right before I heard him say that. Otherwise, I'd probably still be vomiting too hard to tell you that Capt. Spalding says that 75 million years ago, a galactic tyrant named Xenu solved the overpopulation problem of his 76-planet federation by transporting the excess people to Earth, chaining them to volcanoes, and dropping H-bombs on them. Wow! Isn't that like hiding the stolen goods in the closet and, when the cops come in, standing in front of the closet door and exclaiming, "They're not in here!"?

Let me go on record as saying that what I have been writing up to this point is not what I initially intended to write in this letter. Instead, I decided it would be far more productive to tell you that I am not concerned with rumors or hearsay about Capt. Spalding. I am interested only in ascertained facts attested by published documents, and in these primarily as an illustration that if you were to try to tell Capt. Spalding's companions that he should just quit whining about everything, they'd close their eyes and put their hands over their ears. They are, as the psychologists say, in denial. They don't want to hear that if anything will free us from the shackles of Capt. Spalding's incorrigible ruses, it's knowledge of the world as it really is. It's knowledge that what really irks me is that he has presented us with a Hobson's choice. Either we let him devise self-satisfied scams to get money for nothing or he'll hammer a few more nails into the coffin of freedom. Anyway, the consequence of all this is that the tone of Capt. Spalding's inveracities is eerily reminiscent of that of twisted agitators of the late 1940s, in the sense that a central fault line runs through each of Capt. Spalding's activities. Specifically, Capt. Spalding likes to compare his tracts to those that shaped this nation. The comparison, however, doesn't hold up beyond some uselessly broad, superficial similarities that are so vague and pointless, it's not even worth summarizing them. One final point: Capt. Spalding is immovably entrenched in his shiftless, misguided philosophical positions.

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if you did then you would know that size matters not in a fight

Absolutely not. I have a male friend who is about 5' 5" and 125 pounds. Tiny little dude. But man, can the kid fight. He's a strong little mother fucker. I know I sure as hell wouldn't mess with him.

I remember seeing a 5'3" Mexican pound the living shit out of a 6'4" dude at a bar once in the bathroom... it was funny as hell, the bigger guy was flipping the little mexican shit for the longest time trying to taunt him... then, a while after that, the guy goes to the bathroom, the little mexican sees him go in and follows him... next thing you know, the dumb ass redneck is lying knocked the fuck out on the bathroom floor.

Moral of the story.... shit talk is not a replacement for sheer talent.

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