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  1. mmQ Lisa Turtle
    I am thinking corn dogs or burgers.
  2. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Originally posted by Speedy Parker You know damn well.

    You would be well not to anger me, kid. If I really wanted to, I could locate you with pinpoint accuracy and turn your device into a piece of toast. I've been around for decades. I've been there from beginning to end. I know all the tricks. You wouldn't last five minutes with the likes of me.
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  3. Speedy Parker Black Hole [my absentmindedly lachrymatory gazania]
    Originally posted by -SpectraL You would be well not to anger me, kid. If I really wanted to, I could locate you with pinpoint accuracy and turn your device into a piece of toast. I've been around for decades. I've been there from beginning to end. I know all the tricks. You wouldn't last five minutes with the likes of me.

    Bring it old man.
  4. mmQ Lisa Turtle
    I think I'm gonna do burgers, I've decided.
  5. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Well, Fox Paws?
  6. Originally posted by -SpectraL Well, wait just a cotton-pickin' minute here. If I link to a helpful/good post of mine, then Captain FailFaggot would feel compelled to really leave for good. We can't have that, can we?

    Call my bluff, faggot
  7. Speedy Parker Black Hole [my absentmindedly lachrymatory gazania]
    Originally posted by Captain Falcon Call my bluff, faggot

    He can't...
  8. Originally posted by -SpectraL It just makes good sense not to drive off our resident Paki.



    Originally posted by -SpectraL You really want to get rid of the Captain, don't you??



    Originally posted by -SpectraL Well, isn't that just so nice of you! You really are a big meanie, aint'cha? Do you hear this big ol' meanie, Captain Faggit?



    Originally posted by -SpectraL Ok, I'll play along. What exactly do you want me to do?



    Originally posted by -SpectraL You would be well not to anger me, kid. If I really wanted to, I could locate you with pinpoint accuracy and turn your device into a piece of toast. I've been around for decades. I've been there from beginning to end. I know all the tricks. You wouldn't last five minutes with the likes of me.

    ---

    Originally posted by Captain Falcon You apparently choose not to do any of the things that could apparently ROCK SOMEONE'S WORLD, regardless of the circumstances or how egregious their sins in your eyes.

    So either you are infinitely unwilling to do anything, or lying and incapable of doing anything.

    In either case, there is no reason anyone will ever take anything you post seriously.

    Now for my money, I have always known you are just a shit troll who somehow managed to use FREEZE PEACH as a shield, but fail to convert that into any actual trolling. You basically just uselessly post about the same shit, it's nothing more than mildly annoying sometimes at this point, so there is never a payoff to it.

    But on the off chance that you're not trolling and are genuinely trying to effect change, then you are just straight up a fucking retard, and I do not understand how after over a decade of shit threats that fail to ever effect change, you haven't grasped the fact that you are completely ineffective and impotent.

    TL;Dr: You don't scare anyone, kid.

    Lanny, close reg and ban spectrum
  9. LegalizeSpiritualDiscovery Space Nigga [my yellow-marked arboreous hypnotist]
    A year ago, when I broke up with her, I gave her the last of my pokemon cards. I put them in two large ziploc bags. Hundreds of pokemon cards, some few dozen scratched holos, mewtwos and charizards and machamps and whatever foils had survived my youth and my father’s periodic anti-hoarder marie kondoing.

    Give them to your younger brothers, I said.

    And she said she would. They were six and seven years old. A year later, last week, I received a text from her. It said: My little brothers love Pokemon and now play real games all the time with your cards. Thanks.

    I could not help but smile. I felt some childhood joy come back to me then, of opening my first pack and finding a holo charizard, of sitting in the theater with a hundred other kids at the first pokemon movie, each of us holding our promo cards, waving them in the air and chattering, bouncing in our seats like children gone berserk and cheering when the movie started and then going silent as all the rich colors of that world overtook us. And those promos, Mewtwo, Pikachu, Dragonite, are once again in some child’s hands.

    And I remember feeling some joy and a greater sorrow for those cards as I gave them away, as I lost them forever. And I feel now a second and rarer joy at having discovered that what I had given away, what meant so much to me as a child, has now found a second life with someone else. That they too love what I once did.

    I think for some years I wished that the cards might remain with me forever, stuck in some plastic box, sleeved in a binder, with some favorite card placed on a bookshelf, appreciated for what it once meant to me. I think so much of my childhood has vanished that I feel desperate to reconstitute it however I can, even if, absurdly, I now understand that some part of that process entails physically losing another piece of it. It is strange to feel even closer to them now, to all the sheer happiness of my childhood, to all the holographic joy of that first opened pack at eight years old to the last sight of the red and white pokeballs on their blue backs as I handed them to her.
  10. Originally posted by mmQ I think I'm gonna do burgers, I've decided.

    I'll come along, where are we going?
  11. mmQ Lisa Turtle
    Originally posted by Kolokol-1 I'll come along, where are we going?

    To the grocery store.
  12. Originally posted by mmQ To the grocery store.

    ok. I'll get the cheese and condiments.
  13. Lanny Bird of Courage
    Originally posted by LegalizeSpiritualDiscovery A year ago, when I broke up with her, I gave her the last of my pokemon cards. I put them in two large ziploc bags. Hundreds of pokemon cards, some few dozen scratched holos, mewtwos and charizards and machamps and whatever foils had survived my youth and my father’s periodic anti-hoarder marie kondoing.

    Give them to your younger brothers, I said.

    And she said she would. They were six and seven years old. A year later, last week, I received a text from her. It said: My little brothers love Pokemon and now play real games all the time with your cards. Thanks.

    I could not help but smile. I felt some childhood joy come back to me then, of opening my first pack and finding a holo charizard, of sitting in the theater with a hundred other kids at the first pokemon movie, each of us holding our promo cards, waving them in the air and chattering, bouncing in our seats like children gone berserk and cheering when the movie started and then going silent as all the rich colors of that world overtook us. And those promos, Mewtwo, Pikachu, Dragonite, are once again in some child’s hands.

    And I remember feeling some joy and a greater sorrow for those cards as I gave them away, as I lost them forever. And I feel now a second and rarer joy at having discovered that what I had given away, what meant so much to me as a child, has now found a second life with someone else. That they too love what I once did.

    I think for some years I wished that the cards might remain with me forever, stuck in some plastic box, sleeved in a binder, with some favorite card placed on a bookshelf, appreciated for what it once meant to me. I think so much of my childhood has vanished that I feel desperate to reconstitute it however I can, even if, absurdly, I now understand that some part of that process entails physically losing another piece of it. It is strange to feel even closer to them now, to all the sheer happiness of my childhood, to all the holographic joy of that first opened pack at eight years old to the last sight of the red and white pokeballs on their blue backs as I handed them to her.

    Is that pasta? It's tasty either way.
  14. Originally posted by -SpectraL Well, Fox Paws?

    What about me
  15. D4NG0 motherfucker
    Wow. Sparkle suckered everyone into another multi-page troll thread. Well done fam.
  16. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Originally posted by Fox Paws What about me

    You were going to "get me".
  17. RisiR † 29 Autism
    You guys are playing -SpectraL wrong. The game turns to shit as soon as you try to reason with him. This is fun to him for whatever reason. The best way is to just insult and make fun of him whenever he posts.

    Watch and learn.
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  18. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Originally posted by RisiR † You guys are playing -SpectraL wrong. The game turns to shit as soon as you try to reason with him. This is fun to him for whatever reason. The best way is to just insult and make fun of him whenever he posts.

    Watch and learn.

    I HAVE reasoned. Every step of the way. Go back and read the rest of the thread. Reasoning all throughout. It's actually you dumb kids who have no reason.
  19. Speedy Parker Black Hole [my absentmindedly lachrymatory gazania]
    Originally posted by -SpectraL I HAVE reasoned. Every step of the way. Go back and read the rest of the thread. Reasoning all throughout. It's actually you dumb kids who have no reason.

    You're old
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  20. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Originally posted by Speedy Parker You're old

    I come from an age with no web browsers. Everything was command prompt. Even our modems we had to program before they'd work. No search engines. No e-mail. These days, all you kids have to do is point and click. You have it way too easy. That makes you lazy, thoughtless, uninteresting and dull. You have no real values beyond yourselves. And that's sad.
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