Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 6:22 am
Your responses are getting smaller and shorter as we go, Dins. Both you and Bace know you guys are probably in my top 5 as my favorite reads. Bace likes to dirty talk the tard chicks, and well, they go for it.
It pollutes the sewer, as they tend to linger on with some really juvenile shit from 8th grade posts...
Dins, you are the Portland homer dude. hahaha. I'd homer the state of Oregon, but I'd never try to blow smoke about Portand. Are you fucking shitting me, or are you just barking love songs from Beaverton?
Seriously, if I printed off all the "Pro-Portland" rants of yours and handed them to my poker guys, they would laugh like crazed internet tards. I kid you not. You can Hawthorne on, vandalize this or that, smoke some chronic, pour a box of Tide in the falls or whatever, but the fact of the matter is this...Portland is cool...just not that cool. A liberal city...big time.
I remember stopping some piece of shit city employee...lets just say he worked in the mayor's office. He circled the block about 5 times at the lovely whore zone of Union/Shaver...or now known as MLK/Shaver. I scoped the fucker out...bino's...looked like the average Dateline NBC perve looking for poon. After I yarded his ass over, he tried to do the typical condescending rhetoric...
Him: " Do you know who I am?"
Me: Ah, the white fucker trying to pick up some Black poon?
Him: "The audacity..."
Me: " Oh really...you circled the block five times...you've got a fucking rubber in your dashboard, and you want me to believe you are just a fucking savior?
Him: Ah
Me: I've stopped hundreds of you fucks trying to buy poon. Are you married?
Him" "Married? Ah, ...eh, of course I am."
Me: "Hey, how about I call the other name of your registration slip and ask her to come down. You don't want this Volvo towed away and get charged about $5 hun, do you?
Him: "My wife?"
Me: "Well, she's on the reg, ain't she?"
Melting Tard: sobbing, whimpering, begging sounds...
Me: Tell me the truth.
Slobbering Sack of Shit: "OMG...I will never do this again...I was...ah ...lonely...
Me: Can you spell AIDS?
Him: oh, OMG...fall over against the Manilow CD, the orange cheaper lighter..., cramp, pee a little ...yah yah yah.
How many times do you think this has happened, Dins? Bace?
I met the tards, some post here. You want 'em here or not?
Rip City
It pollutes the sewer, as they tend to linger on with some really juvenile shit from 8th grade posts...
Dins, you are the Portland homer dude. hahaha. I'd homer the state of Oregon, but I'd never try to blow smoke about Portand. Are you fucking shitting me, or are you just barking love songs from Beaverton?
Seriously, if I printed off all the "Pro-Portland" rants of yours and handed them to my poker guys, they would laugh like crazed internet tards. I kid you not. You can Hawthorne on, vandalize this or that, smoke some chronic, pour a box of Tide in the falls or whatever, but the fact of the matter is this...Portland is cool...just not that cool. A liberal city...big time.
I remember stopping some piece of shit city employee...lets just say he worked in the mayor's office. He circled the block about 5 times at the lovely whore zone of Union/Shaver...or now known as MLK/Shaver. I scoped the fucker out...bino's...looked like the average Dateline NBC perve looking for poon. After I yarded his ass over, he tried to do the typical condescending rhetoric...
Him: " Do you know who I am?"
Me: Ah, the white fucker trying to pick up some Black poon?
Him: "The audacity..."
Me: " Oh really...you circled the block five times...you've got a fucking rubber in your dashboard, and you want me to believe you are just a fucking savior?
Him: Ah
Me: I've stopped hundreds of you fucks trying to buy poon. Are you married?
Him" "Married? Ah, ...eh, of course I am."
Me: "Hey, how about I call the other name of your registration slip and ask her to come down. You don't want this Volvo towed away and get charged about $5 hun, do you?
Him: "My wife?"
Me: "Well, she's on the reg, ain't she?"
Melting Tard: sobbing, whimpering, begging sounds...
Me: Tell me the truth.
Slobbering Sack of Shit: "OMG...I will never do this again...I was...ah ...lonely...
Me: Can you spell AIDS?
Him: oh, OMG...fall over against the Manilow CD, the orange cheaper lighter..., cramp, pee a little ...yah yah yah.
How many times do you think this has happened, Dins? Bace?
I met the tards, some post here. You want 'em here or not?
Rip City