Turd-on-a-Rope said:

Brother Horace the Lowdown wallows in the mud.

When all else fails, grasp for straws.

Or facts. Not surprising you can't tell the difference.

So let's count up your admirers, Clerkie: You've got a pedophile and
compulsive liar, a pseudonymous ****-eater who lives in his daddy's
basement at the age of 48, an envy-choked sewer cleaner who is a
paragon of pathos, and a grown man who's borderline illiterate and
who gobbles six dozen pills per day while drooling on his bib. Wow,
that's impressive. Too bad none of them can afford to buy your books.
;-)

Let's talk about your admirer's, Middius.

My admirer's what, Turdy? You dangled your possessive again.

How many are guys you had a little private meeting with
down at the bath house?

I forgot to mention that most of Ferstler's apologists fantasize about
getting ****ed by me. Thanks for the reminder, ClosetCaseBorg.






This post reformatted by the Resistance,
laboring tirelessly to de-Kroogerize Usenet.