there was a kid a few years younger than me in high school that lived in the same dorm. his name was fred. his room was basically a temple to the dodge viper and he was a weenie. one night, one of the clueless korean kids set off the fire alarm because they never really seemed to learn how those magical beige vents in the ceiling worked. so everyone's outside, cold and miserable and a bunch of the younger kids are throwing around a tennis ball the dorm parent's dog played with, and fred goes chasing after an errant throw into the brush. out of nowhere, this other kid flies after him, and for a few seconds all you can hear is screaming-then the other kid triumphantly holding the tennis ball. a few seconds later, fred emerges with his foot profusely bleeding, his visage twisted into a painful grimace. we all cheered-the fact that the other kid had made fred's foot bleed saved the night.

what does this mean? i don't trust anyone who likes pictures of cars, they're usually annoying dorks. if their feet bleed, i'm overjoyed.

drive-the first time you posted in here, or that i noticed you posting in here, you were consoling the monkey about his fistfight with marc wallice-telling him in essence to "buck up, these things happen sometimes".

a nice thought, perhaps.

you were just a lame moron that didn't have the ability to understand his surroundings. that hasn't changed-what has changed is that i hate you. how fucking dare you offer me advice about trolling? we're talking about wankus--the only thing cool about wankus is that he can contract a horrible disease and die from it like any other person. every man, woman and child has a born duty to follow wankus and torture him like a modern-day version of the erinyes.

you looked at my postings and decided i was a troll? good work, i edit wikipedia articles so they're incorrect and then defend my changes for fun. outside of monkey, you're looking at myself and the arab on your short list of alltime best posters on this place. our divergent views on the necessity of smartt remaining living aside, even jeff would probably admit that.

you're not funny. you've been given a chance to get the hang of the place and you're still bleeding out of your earnest little tuna tunnel instead of being entertaining. there's no excuse-look at the guys who've joined since you did like willie d. and jimjaded-they've posted things that are worth reading. i get called a troll constantly still at adt--you'd fit in there swimmingly.

now bleed from your feet, bitch-that's the only possibly-redemptive thing you can do.