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Found that spellchecker a bit late, tbh.
Tenious, lulz.
He's a wonderment to behold. You say Billy Dean, I say Dave. Dave wins on multiple levels. Billy left. Dave will never go, having been lured into entrenchment some time hence. I've stickied Dave nicely. I had no interest in stickying Billy.
You've gotta admit that cultivating singular spastics like Dave is a long term solution.
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For me, Dave is like a sweet and sour chinese meal. Sometimes you get the magnificently sweet full on angry Dave babble, where he rabidly lunges at any post vaguely construed to have anything to do with him, and sometimes you get the sour, the mentally disturbed I'm gonna fuck something up/kill something Dave. It really is quite difficult to discern which flavor he is on any given day as well, sometimes he will even change flavors randomly, but overall a very reliably interesting chinese meal.
Dave, the rule is, if you're gonna harsh people, then you better had be funny about it. Otherwise you'll be shat out of the sun. I did it for three years straight, Dave, indiscriminately and imaginatively. You've had a hard time cos you lack the requisite imagination, Dave. I couldn't give anything in the orbit of a fuck about your personal life, or lack thereof.
I'm here to interact with clever people. They do frequent. It's rare, but they do. Those that know refuse to be controlled. Take Idol, MBM, Macky, Art, and other like-minded spastics for example. They stand out because they stood up as themselves.
Dave, you stand out as something else entirely. You have nothing to bring, David.
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But Dave, I dish it out knowing that it can have no harm in a physical sense. I do it to exercise rhetoric, running up grammatical steps, as it were. Anything I receive remedial to that I tend to discard, Dave.
You're an angry misspelling of a man, Dave, and your actions are alphabetically unsound.
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But Dave, I'm always nice to everyone, you headcase.
Show me an instance where I've ever been unkind. I defy you.
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Dave, imagine you and I set aside all our vas deferens and shuffled up together notwithstanding great discomfort.
Imagine you and I, eyeball to eyeball, measuring the measure of each other. Further imagine pre-positioned snipers in opposite windows belonging to each man, panoramic of the scene, twitching for a fast move. In a courtyard, distantly visible to all we sit and begin our chess game.
You grumble something about not knowing the rules of chess, and so we commence. You meet my gaze and open by swooping your queen's pawn diagonally. A Polish sniper (mine, unfortunately unsanctioned) extracts your eye and half of the back of your head. A midget is dispatched to scoop your cheating brains up and a bill is mailed to your mother for the price of a new chess board and a rather spiffing shirt which got flicked in the fracas, Dave.
Out of pity for Dave's mum, and having fuck all else to do, I went right the fuck out of my way to pay for private medical care for Dave's mum, knowing that he would never have he nous to step up and save her from the terrific tumours which were set to consume her very existence. Dave had selfishly bought himself a lifetime's supply of chicken and mushroom Pot Noodle some months earlier.
I hope you enjoy those Pot Noodles, Dave.
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So, how is you mum these days?
Did she say thank you for all that medical care I paid for?
I don't think anyone wakes up in the morning feeling less mental than the day before.
I often find myself wondering why people guess what words mean, instead of looking them up.
Right click > google 'tenuous'.
Okay so whose fault was it that this thread turned you into a spastic, Dave?
Genuine question as in I'm interested to know your opinion, I already know the answer, I'm just wondering who, specifically, you think is to blame.
Anyone else getting really really bored of this shit yet? I mean, I used to flick through it with a sort of morbid fascination. Now it's like I'm waiting for a mate in a bar and idly passing the time by picking the label off a beer bottle.
You fall far from someone worthy of "hate", Dave. reread my post and tell me where I said anything even in the ballpark of hatred. You are a pitiful creature too angry to deserve pity. You have failed to sway even a single individual to your cause (Allen doesn't count because he still believes it's 1967 and there are disco lights flashing when he closes his eyes), and have led more people to actually like the woman who you say permanently damaged your little Dave id. (Try to beat that wordplay :01: )
Your premise suggests your "former" self would be likeable. You were a schmuck before, now you are just an angry schmuck. No super villain powers; no arch nemesis (you have to be in the same league to count). Nothing.
You aren't even an acceptable husband or father- skulking around behind your family's cumulative back spending money and time on a younger woman, desperately attempting to live out a fantasy of being worthy of something better.
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It's me you're blaming for introducing the topic of your broken dreams. Okie doke.
After you wrote; 'The advert can't shit all over everything I think and feel by lying to my face in order to manipulate me for its own benefit'.
Can you see how what you wrote directly relates to Squeams (and maybe other, probably made up, girls) and how anything written subsequently was a response to stimulus provided by yourself.
Can you.
Spoiler: Shownewp :dabs:
and you're the only person who will fail to see this.
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Oh so it wasn't my fault. It was ben. So when I said you'd somehow blame ben, I was right.
But, Dave, how could what ben said be about Squeams because you didn't stalk her, right? you didn't fail in public, right?
The only way in which your own response would lend credence to it not being your fault would be if you now validify such wild theories as stalking and repeatedly failing all over this board.
Is that what you're doing, Dave. Is it.
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I know who introduced it, Dave.
I asked you who you thought introduced it.
The reason was this; if you say it's me, then you're making an ass of yourself as my own posts only touched on the matter after you went into 'She betrayed me' mode. If you say it was ben, then you're admitting to stalking and failing. If you admit it was you, then your whole premise within this thread falls to pieces.
You've got no way out of this wordular knot I've tied you in. I take no pleasure in that.
Anyone want some fish?
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You're such hard work.
I wanted to know who turned you into a spastic. I even said 'Okay so whose fault was it that this thread turned you into a spastic, Dave?'
I had assumed you would have followed. I frequently make the mistake of treating others as I would treat myself. I should talk down to you.
You were absolutely fine and then all of a sudden, you went spastic. It can't have been anyone before ben posted as you were posting in a rather calm way then all of a sudden; bam; spastic.
I will try again. I typed this really slowly.
Who was it that introduced the stimulus which induced your own spasticity.
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All of us except you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dave
You've now my point quite sufficiently and I thank you for it because this was boring the tits off me.
This point here:Spoiler: Shownewp :dabs:
and you're the only person who will fail to see this.
^this one.
kbai
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