[ought-six]

Nice try, kid.

You see, your posting history is chock-full of immaturity and childish allusions; I mean, no adult would post some of the stuff you do. You exist in a world of illusion and fancy (as is suggested by your screen name: An end-note in a fantasy — originally intended for children — that you have embraced; it speaks volumes about you, Frack). I think you dwell in this fantasy world because reality confuses you; the world of responsibility and obligation and consequence is too much for you to grasp; and so you seek refuge in the simple security of childhood: I’m sure if you could you’d retreat to the sanctuary of the womb. Perhaps that is why you often come off — at any given moment — as floating along upon the magic carpet of your drug of choice, or whatever is close at hand. Because, Frack; some of your stuff is way out there.

[Peter ODonnell]

here’s the plan ... I send our army to Ukraine, it gets wiped out, we pay more for everything, you clap and clap, I stay in power, nobody knows why.

What? You think there’s something better? It’s either this, or rainbow crosswalks. You choose. Well not really, votes already counted. You vote next week. If you have nothing else to do. No biggie, we already counted anyway. I won.

I won.

[kiryandil]

The Sparky writes another nice bit of fiction.

At this rate, he'll secure his GED by the time he's 80.

[kiryandil]

Three and a half hours.

Give it up for Carly, as she sings a tribute to The Kid and his Pudding:

[dennisw]

hahahahhaha!