George M. Middius a écrit :

trotsky blithered:


Unbelievable. You're so ****ed up, you don't even know when you've
been trampled into dust.



That's interesting, because I've talked to numerous folks that
frequently don't know what you're on about.


What are your little friends' names, Greg? How about Pottsy and Malph?


Bob made a stupid
statement, I called him on it, and now you've egested this mess. In
fact, I would say that if you polled 1000 people, at least ninety
percent of them would say "management oversight" meant "management
error". Agree or disagree?


In summary (my last contribution to this exchange), I am certainly not
the one to ask for a cure. I wouldn't be surprised if a competent
doctor could readily prescribe something for you, but I have no idea
what it would be.


In other words : you have bubonic plague get away far from me.
Hey Middious how many people are you ready to push to suicide to save
your already dirty honnor.

Like the rats Middious is always the first to leave the boat.

Middious you have consistancy and smell of diarrhoea. If you was an
indian your parents would have named you "ill-****" !