Posted on 10/28/2011 6:16:08 PM PDT by anotherBarbarian
Edited on 10/28/2011 6:36:31 PM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
Dear RedState.com (cross-posted),
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ryan Larsen. I’m a truth lover, chess player and avid political junkie. I co-founded....
OK, here is the point where the mods step in... Originally this Pro-Romney troll went on for about twenty thousand words about how wonderful Romney is and how everyone else sucks. You get the picture. He wrote it to our friends at RedState but posted it here. I take it, probably because he met the same fate there as he just did here. We the mods will save you from all that boredom and just allow you to point and laugh. Carry on.
It can be a problem. Fortunately, when I sleep, everything is normal again in the morning. Until that first cup of coffee.
It’s an attractive irritant. I know it’s going to turn me into a zombie, but I drink it anyway. Sigh...
Oooooo! He’s BIG one, ain’t he. Such a nice, fat, over-ripe ZOT, and so well-done — I love it when the smoke is still rising from the carcass, and the flesh is still cooking around the bones.
Now, I’m off to get the pointy utensils. Haven’t needed them in awhile, and they must be made ready.
Weird. It takes me almost 15 minutes to remember what "normal" was the night before...
It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion.
It is by the juice of beans that thoughts acquire speed,
the hands begin to shake,
the shakes become a warning.
It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion.
Yuppers, nice and fresh.
And even better, he whined about his zot repeatedly.
And now Politico is in on the action.
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2800659/posts
Their trolls will be here soon.
And right in our little hands to boot.
Related:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2799623/posts
The two threads linked above are both related to our boy “Ryan Larsen” who is “Ross Abraham”..
Welcome, and thanks!
It fit so horribly well that I near wiped out laughing.
The carnivorous quadrupeds are very upset that I didn’t give them all the roast pork. There’s a bone and plenty of fat left ... when it’s cool, I’ll freeze it use in pork-and-beans for the homeless next month. People living on the street in the winter need marrow and fat with their beans!
I didn’t have any meat, because the soup with white beans and kale - “Caldo Gallego,” a Cuban recipe - was so good and filling. This may be the first time we’ve used kale for anything but dragon-food. Santana loves it because it’s easy to snap up the curly fronds.
‘Tis a mutiny afoot on four foots, with a porpoise!
Frank kindly shared his dinner with Jake, but Ash didn’t have nearly as much meat as she wanted. She can crunch up a pork shoulder bone in about three minutes, but too much fat disagrees with her.
Ah, the apprentice has taken a minion!
Now Shannon is here patting me on the back (just a little claw ...) and telling me “Nyerk erk.” I must smell like meat! Not that she would help herself to meat, unless it was left out totally unsupervised in the dark.
When you have a porpoise you don’t need to be coddled.
Frank is a friend of carnivorous pets. Not only does he throw them his food, if they keep asking, but he also puts his dishes on his head so they can lick his hair later.
My parents’ old cat is dying from a liver tumor. My Dad will be upset - she’s his constant companion. Mom says they’ll go to the shelter and get him a new cat as much like the old one as possible. They’re not allowed to have a new cat, only the one they moved in with, but only the cleaning lady will know the difference (if that) and Mom says they’ll bribe her ;-).
Not that the cleaning lady would want to deprive an Alzheimer’s patient of a cat ... and Mom and Dad are always very polite to the employees, even ones who don’t dust successfully.
If you did the cooking, she smells it.
And she’s begging.
Codded by Scrod from Cod, an evil beyond imagining from beyond!
“but he also puts his dishes on his head so they can lick his hair later.”
Uh oh.
Micheals McIvers was having a bad day.
It was, by merit of the draw, his turn to feed the dragonspawn today.
But first he had to entice them to the dish.
Donning his protective gear, which didn’t actually help much, he slathered himself in a marinade smelling paste before taking his position by the door.
“Runner, are you ready?” the voice asked.
No, they were never ready.
Who could be ready for multi-ton scaled lizards that would chase you all while hissing in an attempt to catch and eat your succulent delicious meats of meatiness?
He shook his head, then got ready.
The door snapped open quicker than the eye could see, this was to give the runner a slightly better chance to get out the door before the draonspawn noticed the door was opening.
Scratches, claws marks, scorches, and bloodstains marked the result of an attempt to ‘sneak’ the door open slowly.
Micheals pushed off and began his dash to the large food dish.
Instantly he had the attentions of all the dragonspawn in the pen.
Onward they rushed, clambering over each other in a frenzied excitement to get the fascinating food thing that was running around in their home.
Micheals wondered just how much time had passed when the largest of the spawnlings landed behind him, nostrils almost up against his back.
A clawed foot slapped across his back, the nails made a slight ringing sound on the armorweave, and almost disrupted his stride!
The air abuzz with converging noises of large reptilian hunger was almost too much.
He only had to make it a few more feet!
He made a credible sprinting dive into the dish, sliding down the side and almost to safety!
The crew hatch opened in the bottom just in time for him to reach it.
The food tumbled down the sides of the dish behind him as he cleared the hatch.
He shivered as he heard the angered howls just on the other side of two inches of hypersteel keeping him from being dragon food.
And people wondered why he was a dragon keeper.
Wow! Can’t invent an automatic feeding system of some kind?
Oh, I see ... they won’t eat unless they chased it and think they killed it. Some reptiles are like that, although not ours, fortunately.
Wonder just what happens in that world besides the peek inside that I imagined.
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