06-24-2004, 01:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-24-2004, 01:41 PM by AtomicKitKat.)
I neither want, nor care about G-mail, but I cannot resist a free shot.
You, sir, are an insult to the term "intelligent life". Your avatar features 2 imbeciles, who might possibly be your parents, and look like rejects from Moe, Larry and Curly's gang. Forget Donald Trump, you'd be fired by Donald Duck. You make Dagwood Bumstead look like the spokesmodel for Red Bull. Children go into spasms at the mere thought of your name. In someone else's mind. On the other side of the world. In addition, your lame attempt at subliminal messaging in your signature is nothing more than a pitiful desire for the attention that you never received for being born with a tooth in your mouth(this same "tooth at birth" syndrome, which you will find, you share with Uncle Adolf, and Julius Caesar) Heck, if all of the above doesn't get your goat, here's the final kick to your progeny producer. The only rhyme that comes to mind when I think of your name, is a local slang for a certain part of the female anatomy.
Would I have won? No. Do I really care? Not really.
You, sir, are an insult to the term "intelligent life". Your avatar features 2 imbeciles, who might possibly be your parents, and look like rejects from Moe, Larry and Curly's gang. Forget Donald Trump, you'd be fired by Donald Duck. You make Dagwood Bumstead look like the spokesmodel for Red Bull. Children go into spasms at the mere thought of your name. In someone else's mind. On the other side of the world. In addition, your lame attempt at subliminal messaging in your signature is nothing more than a pitiful desire for the attention that you never received for being born with a tooth in your mouth(this same "tooth at birth" syndrome, which you will find, you share with Uncle Adolf, and Julius Caesar) Heck, if all of the above doesn't get your goat, here's the final kick to your progeny producer. The only rhyme that comes to mind when I think of your name, is a local slang for a certain part of the female anatomy.
Would I have won? No. Do I really care? Not really.