Senator Sugar deflected:
Buffoon burbled:
"I, on the other hand, have lovely skin," an emolliated Marc Phillips, with
feminine vanity, gushed to a swooning Jilly and a less-than-impressed Boy
George.
I'm not sure why you would keep publicizing the fact that you didn't get that
joke.
A pathological liar like is willing to believe whatever version of reality best
suits his needs at the moment. So let's dismantle this claim that it was merely
a "joke."
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You taunted Lionel with this dig:
"That is the sport of a huge, pimply French **** like yourself."
And all that pathetic frog could muster was a "BLAH, BLAH, BLAH" retort.
You then stated this with sincere earnestness to further torment Lionel:
"Oh, I hit another nerve. I guess you have a skin problem as well, no?
That's too bad. I, on the other hand, have lovely skin. People can't
believe I'm the age I am. I have almost no grey hair, and my face is
free from wrinkle or blemishes."
"I, on the other hand, have lovely skin."
"People can't believe I'm the age I am."
"I have almost no grey hair."
"[M]y face is free from wrinkle or blemishes."
Jokes? Sure they were (if you were spoofing a pansy, maybe).
The only joke here is you, monkeyboy.
You hit a nerve, Boon. Sugar must have some awful acne. It appears
that the Senator's skin is pockmarked and dry and leathery and
grotesque. I'll wager he grows facial hair in a vain attempt to cover
up what is likely some pretty repugnant skin covered with angry
suppurating pustules.
In fact, it's all too clear now that Senator Sugar's beard gets
absolutely matted down with pus. "No, honey, that isn't pus. It's
jism, honest!" he tells anybody who will listen. Then he thinks to
himself, "Damn! No matter what I use I cannot emolliate my skin!"
That must be where Senator Sugar's jism fixation comes from. He
fantasizes that there are other males whose faces are dripping thick
yellow ooze and who use the "jism defense" to cover it up. This also
explains why he sits alone in bathroom stalls and taps his feet.
Nobody has to see his wretched face then.
(I frequently get complimented on the softness of my skin. It drives
women into paroxysms of delight when they touch it. They always ask me
what lotions and cleansers I use. "You must use the expensive stuff!
Your skin is flawless!" they always say. They cannot believe it when I
tell them I don't use any. None at all. That always drives them into
paroxysms of jealousy.)
(And now Senator Sugar will be envious of both of us.)