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Jessica

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OK, I found a dikshinree : Look you facetious, arrogant intellectual snob, why don't you take your prissy little attitude over to rec.mensa?
Sheesh, some women just can't handle rejection. Jessica, I am sorry you got hurt but our cyber sex relationship had to end. Now GET THE NET and go play your masochistic little game somewhere else....
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PS and don't try and deny our little cyber affair or I'll start posting those nudie pics you mailed me...

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Now this isn't really a fair fight. I mean, come on, all women do is shop and argue! You've got a huge advantage here! Besides the fact that I refuse to get into an argument with someone of significantly lower intellect than I, I posses a "Y" chromosome which means I'm not as good at arguing. "Why?" you ask? Simple - the "Y" chromosome carries with it sane logic. Now, I could argue in circles all day long (much like a female) if I used "Female Logic (tm)"
Example:
Male "Why isn't dinner ready?"
Female "We don't have any food"
Male "Why didn't you go to the store?"
Female "Because I was too busy getting ready to make dinner"
Because she is using Female Logic (tm) the male cannot possibly win this argument. No matter what he says, it will be his fault that dinner is not ready.
To make matters worse, when the male in this example orders pizza to satisfy his hunger after a long day of work, he will no doubt receive shit from the female for not getting the type of pizza she wanted. Example:
Female "Why did you get mushrooms on here?"
Male "Because I wanted mushrooms"
Female "Don't you care what I want? Don't you care about my needs?!" (sob sob)
Male "Uhh.. I asked what you wanted and you said you didn't care"
Female (sob sob) "You don't love me anymore! And we never cuddle like we used to!" (sob sob)
Again, the male cannot win this argument. The female has played the ever devastating "Water Works Card" If he tried to argue, he will be accused of being an insensitive jerk. If he doesn't argue, he is yet again in the wrong.
Therefore, I shall respectively decline your invitation to an argument. I would, however, enjoy seeing another female take up your challenge. Although I doubt it would happen, because females know the universe very well may collapse on itself should two separate instances of Female Logic (tm) be used in the same argument.
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag

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PS and don't try and deny our little cyber affair or I'll start posting those nudie pics you mailed me...

I'm calling your bluff. Post away, sweetheart.
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Jessica, I am sorry you got hurt but our cyber sex relationship had to end.

This is so sad...Will, my sending you a PM saying, "Quit calling and e-mailing me you dorko perv" does not constitute a "cyber sex relationship."
I feel a twinge of pity.
http://alexthedestroyer.50megs.com

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Now this isn't really a fair fight. I mean, come on, all women do is shop and argue! You've got a huge advantage here! Besides the fact that I refuse to get into an argument with someone of significantly lower intellect than I, I posses a "Y" chromosome which means I'm not as good at arguing. "Why?" you ask? Simple - the "Y" chromosome carries with it sane logic. Now, I could argue in circles all day long (much like a female) if I used "Female Logic (tm)"


Since this probably took you all day to type, along with all your available intellectual reserves, I won't take the obvious shots at it that it deserves.
xoxoxoxo
LOSERS!
http://alexthedestroyer.50megs.com

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Since this probably took you all day to type, along with all your available intellectual reserves, I won't take the obvious shots at it that it deserves.


A perfect example. Obviously out-gunned in the IQ department (which evidently didn't take much) the female retreats with cries of "I don't want to waste my time with you" and resorting to name-calling. Next will be the "well I have boobs and you don't!" diversionary tactic, followed by the pity-gathering exercise - possibly taking place with a group of other females in a nearby restroom.
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag

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A perfect example. Obviously out-gunned in the IQ department (which evidently didn't take much) the female retreats with cries of "I don't want to waste my time with you" and resorting to name-calling. Next will be the "well I have boobs and you don't!" diversionary tactic, followed by the pity-gathering exercise - possibly taking place with a group of other females in a nearby restroom.

Hey, you're pretty good!
Ahem:
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Obviously out-gunned in the IQ department (which evidently didn't take much)

Evidently, if the "gunning" came from you.
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Next will be the "well I have boobs and you don't!" diversionary tactic...

Well, I do, as it happens. Not that this fact will be relevant to you in this lifetime.
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followed by the pity-gathering exercise - possibly taking place with a group of other females in a nearby restroom.

I'm going to let you in on a little secret: we're MAKING FUN OF YOU IN THERE.
Alex wants to see you bleed.

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A Titan V/S a Titan?


i just happen to have and jump a Titan!!! it's a nice 7 cell 265 sq.ft. canopy...flies like a truck......oh wait are you trying to say they both look like trucks...old rusted, dented up ones?...well maybe soooooooo........lol.... man, how could anybody be pissed??? this is some funny shit....

"up my noooossseee"- wingnut, at first euro dz.com boogie

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This would be funnier if that woman had resemblance one to me.

Ya know, that could be arranged....
Ok, I have some time to kill before I get to go home, so I'll continue with this frivolous battle of wits with you. If you'd like, I could check my brain at the door and we could play even.
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Well, I do, as it happens. Not that this fact will be relevant to you in this lifetime.

My my... don't we have a high image of ourselves? Instantly assuming that your breasts would be of some interest to me.
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I'm going to let you in on a little secret: we're MAKING FUN OF YOU IN THERE.

And I would expect no less from you - talking about people behind their backs - obviously of weak moral fiber. Probably stemming from some deep sexual frustration. These aggessive tendancies could also come about because of this... maybe you should go back to your cyber affair with skreamer, it could help.
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I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag

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your cyber affair with skreamer

Dude!!! I only just managed to get rid of this psycho, bunny boiling stalker - don't go saying things like that!!! Shit, I suddenly feel the need to go take a long shower and listen to the theme song from 'The Crying Game'. That was not a gun! That was not a gun! :o Oops, sorry, Jesse/Jessica I know I promised to keep your *little* secret, but I just couldn't help myself...

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If you'd like, I could check my brain at the door and we could play even.

You're so absent-minded, my dear! You obviously checked it HOURS ago. You're clutching the ticket in your sweaty little paw.
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My my... don't we have a high image of ourselves? Instantly assuming that your breasts would be of some interest to me.

Oh, come ON. I can't believe you even bothered to type that.
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And I would expect no less from you - talking about people behind their backs - obviously of weak moral fiber. Probably stemming from some deep sexual frustration. These aggessive tendancies could also come about because of this...

Duh. I thought I established this several posts ago.
Dude, either you-know-what or get off the pot. You're not riling me up at ALL anymore.
Alex wants to see you bleed.

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Dude!!! I only just managed to get rid of this psycho, bunny boiling stalker - don't go saying things like that!!! Shit, I suddenly feel the need to go take a long shower and listen to the theme song from 'The Crying Game'. That was not a gun! That was not a gun! Oops, sorry, Jesse/Jessica I know I promised to keep your *little* secret, but I just couldn't help myself...

OK, honey, I know you begged me not to tell anyone, but you have thrown down the gauntlet.
>Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2001 14:00:04 -0800 (PST)
>From: "Skreamer"
>Subject: I am so sexually confused!
>To: "Jessica"
>
>Jessica,
>
>I know you have ignored all my e-mails thus far, but I feel
>compelled to make one final plea to you to fulfill this
>BURNING NEED I have to indulge my gender-ambiguous
>stirrings.
It goes on from there. It's very sad.
Alex wants to see you bleed.

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Allright, I ddin't want to have to go this far, Jessica... but:
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they say in your home state of Texas I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselfs in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you ckoke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.
the only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful.
I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.
Damn, I can't believe I just posted that...
Kris
Umm, we're still friends, right?

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