"Kadaitcha Man" <nospam@fuck-off-and-die.com> owner of a
blistering imagination and knife of the unsuccessful masturbators,
a fuckless voyeur and a dickless travesto, collectioner of cigarette butts
around public toilets and a person who is responsible to clean the dirt
under the nails of the chimpanzees in the zoo, sobbed out:

In a previous posting, which U answered, so U saw it, I said:
"Ok great, this worked fine for installation, thanx Kadaitcha.
BUT after installing...etc."

Pity you don't live in my town, so I could offer you flowers in an effort
to ejaculate more thankfulness to you, oh shining fart !

In that case here, some people would start immediately make use of the word
'fuck', the only valuable word they know.

But I say: "I'll say nothing about 'fuck'. Saying "fuck you" has exactly
the opposite sense of what the flock of people give. Wishing 'fuck' is
wishing to have a nicest experience. That's why I say 'fuck you' to my
girlfriends when having a fuck with them. And that's why I don't say this
to the garbage suckers and mother-father-molesters I meet."

Instead, some other people, would suggest that I propose to you to see
me in your dreams how I mix my precious pee with my priceless shit and
I DON'T give it to you, but redirect a tube sucking the mixture coming
from a public toilet and offer it graciously to your stinking mouth - just
to enhance its smell.

But I say: "No !! Let's give Kadaitcha a chance, it may be of her great
benefit. We must always think twice before killing the child inside of a
handicap adult, instead of killing the handicap adult inside of a child.
And we are ALL handicap, remember, we function with only 4-8% of
our brain capacity and even this is abundantly pissed off by the society.

Burrrp.
Very Bad Disciple

Bad Disciple, <hint2nowhere@tiscali.be> wrote:

Nice rant. Very revealing about what goes on inside your hollow head.

Why do you waste your time on "it"?
I don't think "it" is even human.
-max
P.S. Why don't you just set up another box with 9x on it?
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"What's in a Name?" <spamthis@nomail.afraid.org> wrote in message
news:42a7af95$0$77567$892e7fe2@authen.white.readfr eenews.net...
Well, everything in the Universe has its own place to occupy.

P.S. I'll try with the vcache settings suggested by some guys round here.
Thanx anyway.

"Grisly pelican gonad"
<grisly.pelican.gonad@you.retiring-bulging-nincompoop.org> wrote in message
news:b2aafd9d9afa42eda0d1beb6816a190b@you.queasy-fagged-housefly.org...
Better a hollow head with plenty of space to store new thoughts,
than a head full of rubbish.
--
Bad Disciple
"O n e t h i n g I k n o w i s t h a t I k n o w n o t h i n g"

Bad Disciple, <hint2nowhere@tiscali.be>, the liverish, fecal pumpion, and
toller of bells, blathered:


<snip>

You'd swap then?

--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.

Bad Disciple wrote:
There is no possibility of storing any thoughts in a hollow head, you less
than useless fuckstain. Fresh air or farts, maybe, but not thoughts. That
would be because there are vast bodies of knowledge that say it's the brain
that does the thinking. Unless you know otherwise.

Now, FROAD. I have refused to help you further and I will continue to do so.

--
Fred was here.