Simply put: why not?

I’m sorry but maybe I’m missing the part where you told them to fuck off and carry on in the basement. What would be induce you to agree to that other than they were famous and you, apparently, are a toadie?

Why the ixnay on the job? Is your wife a hooker?

I went to the same H.S. as the band America, only about 10 years earlier. They played a concert at my college and I waited forever for that thing to be over, for people to give them some room, etc.

This is supposed to be they were not nice to YOU, not when you were a cocksucker to THEM.

Genuinely curious of your opinion at how beautiful Kathy Ireland is.

Wrote to to Walt Frazier via the knicks in 70 (71?) and asked for autographed picture. Got an 8x10 glossy with a real signature on it. That was pretty neat for a little kid.

Hold your breath for five minutes and see how long that is.

The guy exudes “dick” from every pore.

Could be that his knee failed to find that needle dick of yours and that’s why it didn’t hurt.

In the spirit of the ACTUAL theme of this thread, I have to ask: did he ask your boy out on a date? Ya know, just for friendlies...

Jon Cusak is a bum boy? Are you a male? This is news.

You have our attention...

Well, are you fat?

Clearly a counter revolutionary...

I’ve got at least one of you fuckers in my family. Choke on your bile while we do happy dances and ignore you. If you happy to get through, we will listen while eating corn nuts loudly in the phone. Your move, your bitterness!

Color me unsurprised...

Avalanche of pedants headed your way!

You missed the main draw for paid agitators: no workee, make monee!

You’re supposed to run to her demurring that doesn’t look like a fat lard ass. She then acts coy and says, “Pshaw.” Then you fuck her while she quietly cries.