UndauntedR ....
You’ll have to pardon me for not getting back to you sooner ... I’ve got a busy schedule over the next couple of days. In addition, I need to get the molten lead up to a nice temperature, and I’ve been having a bit of a problem with keeping the boiling oil from cooling down. Plus, the stakes that I use to burn heretics are in dire need of replacement as they have been burnt beyond recognition and now have all of the structural integrity of a stack of charcoal briquettes. On a further note, by dunking chair (ala the Salem Witch Trials) has suffered a major malfunction due to the large amount of weight that it had to support for the continuall submersion of Rosie O’Donnell. Her girth broke the reinforced rods used to support the dunking chair with its heavy duty restraints. Boy, what a tazmanian devil she is ... the strenght of 50 men. I tell ya, them lesbos must have a secret and yet to be undiscovered testosterone gland within their physiology.
Don’t you worry, I’ll be back to enter into this public forensic forum with you shortly. Until then, have a good one.
Peace out to you. Now, I’ve got to go and get the rack and rope ready ... maybe a barrell of spikes in it in which to roll you over a cliff with. Just kidding.
Front 242
Second avoidance of the challenges to your ludicrous position noted.
Sorry folks for the syntax errors and mispellings in my post number 714 above but I am in need of “head hitting the soft fluffly pillow time” and my usual attention to compositional detail is running into a critical deprivation stage. Danka. And it is all in jest, for which I seem to have been unable to elicit a chuckle from UndauntedR. Maybe he needs his morning coffee.