I resent being a beloved poster.

O to the days when my posts generated ire, angst and vitriol from the pitchforked mob! Like Charles "Tierney's Pal" Barkley a'stalkin' me. And, the low-IQ BIFF once again failing in his attempt to best me. And, PaperClip. Never forget PaperClip.

O to the recalcitrant rancid rants one of my 12 page long posts or 700 posts in a hour could induce.

O to the days when a fool would speak of gumdropped tittied girls and his anal lab before melting down with gay photoshopped pics of pornographers.

GG and James and Conky and RollerGirl finding Ceara's hands oh so soft. Or vice versa.

But, like Ginger Lynn's cuteness, it's gone. All gone. Long gone.

Hold me while I cry.