[vinyl anachronist]

On Jul 16, 9:01�pm, "GeoSynch" wrote:
The pompous gasbag set sail on ...

I can counter it with a much more hip one from Primus.

... The Seven Seas of Cheese, well-fortified on diet Pork Soda. A happy fat
little oinker.

Yeah, Wikipedia is a wonderful thing. Funny how you didn't mention the
song reference.


BTW, glad to see you're getting good value out of that dog-eared, community
college pop psychology textbook.

If that's what you call the DSM-IV, so be it.

Having to scrimp and save and make every �penny
count and stretch it for all it's worth seems to be taking its toll and turning
you into a bitter old geezer.

Oops...it's the second sentence and you're already making stuff up.
You lose.
\
Simmering away in the welfare line and being
belittled by a disinterested government bureaucrat, the only venue of escape for
your pent-up anger is here on rao.

You know what they say about insanity, that it's doing the same thing
and expecting different results. So you keep rehashing the same
desperate lies that are borne from your empty, meaningless life (let's
face it, if you had accomplished anything worthwhile you wouldn't be
attacking strangers anonymously), and somehow you don't quite remember
the previous times and how no one was impressed, no one told you "Good
One!", and you had to leave in disgrace. Do you have an explanation
for this? Are you willing to show this post to anyone who knows you in
the real world? Why not?

And that asparteme poisoning only further
compounds your mental derangement.

What's asperteme?