"Larry Smith" wrote in message ...

......some really lame and sick ****. You've really lost it ass-wipe.
Totally irrelevant and nonsensical. "The patch?" Oh please, ditz, do
explain that one. I repeat, in case you forgot, you snivelling pussy
and Buster-stick receptor.......answer the 2 extremely simple
questions I posed based on your posts. You simply can't back up what
you posted, can you? Clearly, that makes you an immoral liar, plain
and simple. You are not going to ignore them and make them go away.
I will hound your now-defeated, tromped and sorry ass each and every
time you come back here or anywhere I find you trolling about
anything. You'll have to find another secret spot to post your
thrilling episodes of ordering parts.....and screwing up even that
simple task. I quote myself and repeat........

"What court, what for and where in Santee did I live? Put up or shut
up, loser. A simple answer without all the lame rhetoric will
suffice. Post the answers first and then we can read about your
filter and spark plug ordering excitement that serves as your purpose
and inspiration in life. Get going.....what court, what for and where
in Santee did I ever live? Simple. Answer up or I'll tell Buster to
skip the K-Y Jelly next time and put a real
hurtin' on your well-worn sphincter."

Tossing shoes on a wire is not a sensible answer. No need to profer
your interpretation of philosophical retorts. They stink anyway.
They are anything but. The inner workings of your twisted, addled
mind have now been exposed. You are a total, complete stupid phony,
fake and the all-time loser of all losers. Don't even bother me until
you back up the statements you made, you poor, confused ass-wipe. Did
you really mean to post that twisted garbage that you did, or was it
during one of your drunken stupors after Buster said he'd rather go
screw one of the knotholes out back in the fence than you? C'mon.
Seriously....all gently light-hearted and jovial kidding
aside.....just answer the questions, little guy. Why are you having
such a problem with such a simple little request? All you have to do
is back up what you posted about me.

Enough with you now, loser. Triple-A, the pants serve 2
purposes.....cosmetic and a place to mount my nav-lights. Oh yes,
ass-wipe latchless, I do actually fly at night besides during the day,
rather than sitting in my shed and moving dust particles around and
convincing myself that I'm an "aircraft builder." You know, I've been
wondering......does Buster really get your ends mixed up like I've
heard? What does K-Y taste like? Maybe at least you can answer that
question if you can't answer my two. One out of 3 answers would at
least be a start and you do have direct experience with at least this
one. Maybe K-Y causes neuro-toxicity when orally ingested and that's
why you're so messed up. That's it! Is there a group we can
contribute to that might put you up in day care to keep you off the
streets and wean you from your addiction? hehehehe. Sheeeeeeit! I
shamelessly did it again and stole ass-wipes deepest and most clever
comeback. Took him months to come up with it. Sorry, puss.



"Ken Sandyeggo" played with his little twig and
longed for the patch in message
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"Larry Smith" wrote in message
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wrote in message
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Ken I have a philosophical question.

Who's deserving of more sympathy?

3) Latchful Larry

Ah, but don't feel sorry for ol' Latchful. I have felt deep sympathy,
however, for you, triple-arse, ever since Wingy turned you down on your
loan
application secured by a second mortgage on your trailer. Do you live
on
the slummy end of the trailer park with Granolawitz in Santee?

Eggs ain't ALL you suck, huh Granolawicz? OK. You fantasize for a while.
Poor boy. Must be sexually insecure like Adolf, huh, and not sure of your
ID? Yes, verrrry insecure. And a wilted little pinky and Bartholin's
glands? I got a spam about the patch. I'll send it to you. Not needed
here. Might take the wilt out of your limp little twig, huh?

"I tied his shoes together and threw them up on the electric wires where
they hung. Everybody in the park laughed at them. And then I tossed his
nasty clothes out behind the treller. For the birds to smell. I was tired
of smelling them. I was tired of him and his filthy mouth. I was ashamed
because he's the park pervert. My brother was going to ax that stupid
whirley-goose he's always tinkering with, but he said it looked to bad
already." --- ex common-law wife, who returned to Barstow