i showed opeth the jagged edge of a fucking beer bottle, and i'd be more than fucking happy to show you the same.

have it your way, you fucking pikey dumbfuck. so as it stands right now, grey man has bob dylan disallowed from playing his own songs, an internet avatar as "fat" (although the women around his caravan compound may have skewed his perception a little), and nothing further to say about the massively ignorant and…

opeth suck dick by choice, i wonder what 14th-century flemish folk song they're going to reimagine for thier next album.

see, you're in a pretty tough position right now. you either have to defend your fucking numbnuts original comment or attempt to refute the crystalline brilliance of the subsequent beatdown you were issued.

you know who should never be allowed to write his own novels? kingsley amis. you know who shouldn't be allowed to paint his own pictures? fucking paul gauguin.

that's fucking amazing. let's see what you get out of this one, you fucking geezer. or you could offer up another pearl of fucking wisdom concerning your layered understanding of bob dylan. maybe you want to throw in maybelle carter and levon helm so you can sound like a bigger dipshit than you already do.

you're suspended for sixth months for woeful incompetence. america has only produced a handful of cultural geniuses, and bob dylan is one of them, and we can go as many rounds as you want on that one. come to the outlaw country thread talking shit about dylan and get wrecked.

no basis for any assumptions about LA ethan yet. wasn't he born on the island? the island which, in alternate 2004, is several hundred feet below water? his parents were dharma, and bustedass 70s-era dharmaville is clearly shown at the bottom of the sea. did horace and his wife never join dharma, or did they just…

what kate does is not take shit from anybody.

the only things getting caught in a trap are amy adams and anne hathaway, once i finish tinting the windows on my van.

i'm talking about me, Yukon Cornelius, and the Voltaggio brothers running a train on your fiancee, numbnuts.

quit frontin' like you ain't tryin' to skype me with no panties on.

anywhere i give you head, or whatever your name is, you need to holler back.

troll this you uptight twat.

brilliant ideas all around. keep throwing down to marvin gaye, portishead, the velvet underground, and sigur fuckin' ros, then we can all bet on how long it takes your girl to cheat on your wimpy ass.

i, for one, look forward to ohnonotagain's forthcoming sophomore release, "the hater chronicles, vol. 2: more great moments in hating."

fuck your girl to some gangster shit, you bunch of limpdicks.

you are racist against jesus.

die in a fire.

let's hope eternal damnation is worth this dumbshit comment.