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mr. "the comedian"-

" And please don't stop posting. Everyone is in stitches. How's your NYC garbage scow business doing?"

Everyone! Legions! Scads!

My scows move along very nicely. 10,000 tons. 600' long. 2500HP.

The port of NY and it's surrounding waters is a tough place to do this. Not many can, mr. "the comedian".

You should see my paychecks. My scows do well indeed.

Say, when are you going to write something funny, mr. "the comedian"?

Like the poorly written sitcoms you ape, your gag lines are simply gratuitous insultry. Reading your stuff is like watching some tv "comedy" like oh, "That 70's Show" where the canned laughter erupts for gems like, "If I'da married your mother sooner you woulda missed the wedding". (Shrieks, howls & guffaws from "studio audience") Or, "I love your father. But he's bald and fat!" (Explosive grunting and whistles from "studio audience")

Lines like that kept their audience in stitches, mr. "the comedian".

It doesn't take much to be "funny" like that, mr. "the comedian".

Oh, there you are, Projectile Vomit. I was wondering when I would get to read more of that laser-focused kindergarten prose from the garbage scow cabin boy of New York. So for Christmas, are you going to shower? I bet your unfortunate family is tired of you smelling like the waste you haul and would really appreciate it.

Too bad a shower won't clean up the pointless crap that spews from your remedial keyboard. You should consider changing your handle to Online Diarrhea.

You've pretty well established that you have no intellect, no sense of humor, and nothing to add to the conversations here. Not to mention no sense of shame. What sort of moron is proud of being a glorified garbage man who figuratively wipes the bottom of New York City for a living?

Well, I guess every man rises to the height of his abilities. Given your work history, yours seems to be emptying bedpans for liberals.

I know I should stop making everyone laugh at you, but you insist on it. Oh well, a brief respite, and then more of you served up on a plate, garbage scow cabin boy.

Merry Christmas, you blog pimping, 105 IQ diaper hauler!

Frowning takes 68 muscles.
Smiling takes 6.
Pulling this trigger takes 2.
I'm lazy.