Originally Posted by Cat Jockey
Umm... no. Blurred is the tool. I'm rubber you're glue bounces off of me and sticks on, um, Blurred.
Look sister, no need to get all pissy with me. I am just pointing out reality here, not making a judgement call. No need to redirect your anger at me as it ain't my fault that he chooses to behave like a child online. Talk to him about it. Deal with it and don't shoot the messenger.
Who's whining? I'm not. I am merely making an accurate observation of reality. Nor am I asking any of those questions, nor do I have any questions about your culture. Hate to break it to you, but your culture is not all that difficult to figure out and I really don't have any questions about it. It is pretty clear. I never called anyone mean - I called him a jackass, basically. Next, I don't need you to tell me what ski to get as I know what skis I like and spend most of my time on alpine board setups. Not a big hardbooter population 'round these parts and not a place I would seek advice on them - which I don't need to do anyway. I know how to use the search function. For example, I could search for posts where people are saying the same thing about Blurred that I am. Well, I could if he didn't have some control issues and feel the need to play self appointed moderator and delete other people's posts.
I actually read this site for the humor - there are some funny mother fuckers here -, the lack of a moderator, well except Blurred that is, and to enjoy sopme kick ass trip reports that I find inspiring. You have been involved in some of those. Kudos to you and thanks for sharing.
Thanks, but no thanks. A little too dull for me.
Or what? You tell me to meet your boyfriend at the slide in the schoolyard at 3:00 sharp or else?
Actually She-Ra, I do not put my arms around or my face in anything named stool. I prefer the trashcan.
Look She-Ra, there is no need to get upset with me. You see, I just want to be as cool as Blurred so I am just doing what he does. I am just running a little psy-op here and am so far in your mind that I am doing momma's backside pinky grab ass scratcher airs off of the back's of your eyeballs. A drive by. I am pwning you, pw3ening you, pronouning you. Get it? It's just a little psy-op baby and you got pwned evidenced by you responding to me. See, I can be like Blurred too. I'm in your mind, and if you respond again it just means that I am deeper in your mind pwning you with my psy-op steeze.
Okay, you didn't like that one? How 'bout this:
Look She-Ra, there is no need to get upset with me. You see, I am actually the alias of an alias of an alias of an alias. And as a fourth removed alias, if you read your super duper secret maggot club cultural handbook, you will not that on page 23 it indicates that since I am a fourth removed alias I cannot be held accountable for anything I say. Furhter, if you take your super duper secret "I'm a maggot and you're just a stupid fucking JONG that cannot figure out the complexities of this board" decoder ring, you will realize that what my post really said was: "Hip hip hooray for Blurred! For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow. Best wishes the two of you!"
You do have those right She-Ra? Right? The super duper exclusive I'm a special exclusive maggot and your not so nany nany boo boo handbook and decoder ring. Right? Or have you not been invited to that exclusive club yet? Ooops. Did I just let the cat out of the bag on our secret club guys?
Okay, you didn't like that one? How about this one:
Look She-Ra, there is no need to get upset with me. You see, I am not in control of my faculties right now. Blurred's super neat-o psy-ops has me so mind fucked that I am no longer in control - he is, so this is actually his fault, not mine. In fact, you are not even having an exchange with Cat Jockey right now. This is actually Bubba, Cat Jockey's dog who is typing this and Cat Jockey is laying on the floor quivering, drooling, and babling incoherently due to the awsome psy-op, drive by mind fuck of your stud muffin. You were right. Blurred is the last one standing. Can you help my person She-Ra? Please, oh please have that wonderful man Blurred release him from his psy-op clutches - you are the only one that can help.
Okay, you didn't like that one? How about this one:
Lokk She-Ra, there is no need to get upset with me. It is called reality. Deal with it. I am not the only one saying it - I am concurring, which implies more than me. Reality. You are having sex with an online tool. No, not a toy - a tool.
Cool. Hope it was fun for you. I had other things to attend to, but a Cat Jockey certainly does not lack for days on the hill when the season is over, a couple more days and I will be back in the Cat pushing around snow covering up the bad shit on the white ribbon for you, dozing out some piles and moving some guns and then sampling my product.
Well, that about wraps it up. Not much more I can say or care to say about this subject that isn't already self evident. Toodles.