Pft. Egocentrical idiosyncratic fools. Those points of view are the same, since both sides can't see the whole and yet both deny the opposite half.
How much more annoying can this repetitive Monkey Business get? At least these topics used to have some thought ellaboration that enabled somewhat fun discussions to happen. Now it's just this "bla bla it's a shoe no it's a sneaker bitch" crap.
Damn I miss the old Compendium users. Now here's something that certainly goes "top 5 things I never thought I'd write in an internet forum".
What, you don't like my poetry anymore
You fucking whore?
Well here's a diddy you're sure to hate
Called:
I Kick Your Ass through a Chrono GateSo you hurtle in horror toward the hind end of time
Like a washed-up explorer, sour milk past its prime;
While the Fates lay you bare and declare you a misanthrope,
Miscreant, dead-headed dopefish; and the kids shouldn't stare
But they crowd on the corner of Mammon and Croesus
And pelt you with maggoty fish and cry, "Jesus,
He's the sorriest fuck we have ever beheld!"
Now your tears fill the void to the darkness beyond
Till you've spawned your own pond in the Corridors of Time;
"O surely you jest," says the substitute teacher,
"You've flunked the assignment, you've failed so hard,
You'll be held back to the year 65 million B.C., you retard!"
And so it is so:
Now all at once you land headfirst in the Reptite cesspools,
Where you smell a new terror to terrify goblins and ghouls
And get showered upon by the Megasaurs' bowels
Whereupon you feel compelled to use up your vowels
Like a lifetime supply of "EEEEEEK!" "NOOOOOO!" and "AAAAAAGH!"
But really there are no words fit for what the Iokans saw.
PWNED!!
But in no mere display of human compassion
This clan chief called Ayla pulls you out of the muck
And says, "Fuck! Me give you a thrashing
For being as stupid and ugly as Azala fashion!"
So you get your ass handed to you, for the first
Time that day, but with 65 million years yet to go
You'll outdo yourself someday again, this I know.
So here at last is your ignominy thus completed
With a boom
Like the blast of a space cannon to which you soon will be treated:
O, bitch that's right--your guest hut is right where Lavos,
That alien filcher, plans to plant its spiked butt and pronounce
In King James fashion
"Give me now thy DNA, O ye soon for the slam,
For I am Fucking Lavos 31337, O ye soon for the damn:
And I eat shits like you, NOT GREEN EGGS AND HAM!"
THE END
