Seems the lounge has pretty much been given over to cunts of the new oeuvre. Terrible state of affairs.
If you're reading this, then that prolly much includes you. Nobody of discernible personality or singular wit.
Long established jargon and etiquette has dissolved to fuck. This place used to be funny and informative and creative.
Hoping to preempt a mind-numbing assemblage of mumblings, I'm swerving MBM's inevitable platitudes by saying that I'm sorry I opened my gob and you can all go back to internets fucking sleep now.
Fifty mile bike race tomorrow. Weather is gonna be perfect.![]()
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Grow up, Samuel. Firstly, you don't have legs so stop deceiving the general pubic.
Secondly, no weather is perfect. Or all weather is perfect. So make up your fucking mind, you cunt.
Thirdly, I still haven't gotten over your recent spate of Nazism and would like to suggest that you gas yourself on a Jewish owned exhaust pipe 20 metres before the finish out of international guilt and poetic recompense or something.
I look on the racing calendar and all I saw was
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Respect my lack of authority.
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