03-24-2023, 01:57 PM
Gracious me! Another rambling whinge-fest from Mock’s Lonely Boy . . . with accusations of insults and while attempting education, justification, and rationalization? Oh, my!
Precious, piggy . . . I am truly at a loss, as how to respond to soothe your fragile ego and thump your narcissism. Forgive me, darling, but I will attempt to venture forth . . . with the caveat that my words are coming strictly from a place, exclusively reserved for those who are overly emotional and feeble minded.
First . . .Thank you for explaining the meaning of “old farts”. As, with confidence and speaking for all Americans, it is a phrase of which we are completely unfamiliar. I will now, personally, encourage the use that British term instead of our prevalent and ubiquitous American phrase: “aged gaseous curmudgeon”. Old Fart is more succinct and far less pretentious. Thanks for that!
Your use of the Anne Frank quote has me a bit puzzled, luv. I can only attribute it to your raging personal conflict and the resulting confusion of you not knowing or accepting yourself for who you truly are. As you quoted a Jewess, it seems to fit nicely into your whole Sophie’s Choice lifestyle construct, with your repetitive Nazi-Jew sexual fantasy fetish. Other than that, I’ve got nothing, darling. It really was too vague and lacked a coherent segue.
Hmm . . . speaking of segues . . . fetish or quote? Fetish it is!
Let me state this in American vernacular: “ Dude . . . you totally have the hots for Clang! Like, totally! For reals! ”
Darling, admit it! Be brave! You’re obsessed in a twisted violent, sex-kink fantasy where Clang dominates you . . . while he wears Yardley (or some other cheap) Lavender cologne.
You’re like a stalker! The more he rebuffs your advances the more you desire him and that feeds your lust. While he is out having fun playing darts, you seethe silently . . . alone . . . while making sharts. Again, in American lingo: “ He ain’t no one’s rent boy, faggot! ”. I do hope that didn’t sound too cruel, dearest. But that is reality. Sorry to be so blunt.
Speaking of reality, until such a time that the law allows cats to identify as chickens, it is not real. Undoubtedly, you are familiar with the Zen philosopher, Basho who illustrates the concept of reality as follows: “A flute without holes is not a flute. A doughnut without a hole is a Danish.”
Or perhaps the wisdom of our esteemed Australian member, Crash, who stated: “A boomerang that does not return to the thrower is a stick.” Maybe that was Aussie? No matter. The reality is you fucked-up and can’t bear the thought of being wrong. It was a peevish and infantile response to defend your bruised ego. Predictable reality, coming from you.
Lastly, I do take umbrage with your constant disrespect to our Administrator, Duchess. She is Mock royalty and accordingly, I willingly pledge my fealty.
Shame on you, as a Brit, for disrespecting her royal position. Therefore, (* imitating Piggy’s voice and style *) “I command you to bend the knee to Mock’s lily-white Meghan Markle and immediately mend your wicked and shameful ways! ”
I do hope this response satisfied your incessant need for attention. Now, back into the “emotional room” you go to reflect on your transgressions. Do have a bawl, sweetness!
Precious, piggy . . . I am truly at a loss, as how to respond to soothe your fragile ego and thump your narcissism. Forgive me, darling, but I will attempt to venture forth . . . with the caveat that my words are coming strictly from a place, exclusively reserved for those who are overly emotional and feeble minded.
First . . .Thank you for explaining the meaning of “old farts”. As, with confidence and speaking for all Americans, it is a phrase of which we are completely unfamiliar. I will now, personally, encourage the use that British term instead of our prevalent and ubiquitous American phrase: “aged gaseous curmudgeon”. Old Fart is more succinct and far less pretentious. Thanks for that!
Your use of the Anne Frank quote has me a bit puzzled, luv. I can only attribute it to your raging personal conflict and the resulting confusion of you not knowing or accepting yourself for who you truly are. As you quoted a Jewess, it seems to fit nicely into your whole Sophie’s Choice lifestyle construct, with your repetitive Nazi-Jew sexual fantasy fetish. Other than that, I’ve got nothing, darling. It really was too vague and lacked a coherent segue.
Hmm . . . speaking of segues . . . fetish or quote? Fetish it is!
Let me state this in American vernacular: “ Dude . . . you totally have the hots for Clang! Like, totally! For reals! ”
Darling, admit it! Be brave! You’re obsessed in a twisted violent, sex-kink fantasy where Clang dominates you . . . while he wears Yardley (or some other cheap) Lavender cologne.
You’re like a stalker! The more he rebuffs your advances the more you desire him and that feeds your lust. While he is out having fun playing darts, you seethe silently . . . alone . . . while making sharts. Again, in American lingo: “ He ain’t no one’s rent boy, faggot! ”. I do hope that didn’t sound too cruel, dearest. But that is reality. Sorry to be so blunt.
Speaking of reality, until such a time that the law allows cats to identify as chickens, it is not real. Undoubtedly, you are familiar with the Zen philosopher, Basho who illustrates the concept of reality as follows: “A flute without holes is not a flute. A doughnut without a hole is a Danish.”
Or perhaps the wisdom of our esteemed Australian member, Crash, who stated: “A boomerang that does not return to the thrower is a stick.” Maybe that was Aussie? No matter. The reality is you fucked-up and can’t bear the thought of being wrong. It was a peevish and infantile response to defend your bruised ego. Predictable reality, coming from you.
Lastly, I do take umbrage with your constant disrespect to our Administrator, Duchess. She is Mock royalty and accordingly, I willingly pledge my fealty.
Shame on you, as a Brit, for disrespecting her royal position. Therefore, (* imitating Piggy’s voice and style *) “I command you to bend the knee to Mock’s lily-white Meghan Markle and immediately mend your wicked and shameful ways! ”
I do hope this response satisfied your incessant need for attention. Now, back into the “emotional room” you go to reflect on your transgressions. Do have a bawl, sweetness!