Was this humor as well?
I'm glad I can provide an outlet for you in between "Peanut Butter Time" with your dogs.
Wow Clay,
Great comeback, I'm sure the asswipes you hang with are giving you high fives. You refer to my dogs spelled the correct way unlike the wigger way you spelled it earlier, are you speaking about dogs as in pets(don't have any) or dogs as in feet(slang as in, my dogs are tired) or were you just attempting to insinuate that I have some kind of perverse sexual thing going on with a pet and peanut butter(don't have a dog and not really fond of peanutbutter).Do you have a dog and smere peanutbutter on your little private parts to take the place of a boyfriend, is that what you are insinuating I do?? I have never heard of this but then again my generation has always been into normal boy/girl human relationships. It is really funny though, picturing you with your hat on sideways, your team jersey oversized, your cargo pants pulled down, a jar of Peter Pan(pun intended)sitting next to you while your clipped toy poodle with painted nails engulfs your little private part. That is hilarious, thanks. he he he
I realize you're having trouble aging. I'm sorry you're not man enough to do it gracefully, and instead lash out at any new fangled invention that challenges the limited worldview your archaic mind is semi-capable of comprehending.
I guess you are refering to my comments about the profession I have practiced for nearly 30 years. You're right, you have a toy camera so you must know better. Then again it just may be that you see yourself in my criticism of the way that the "do everything cameras" make it easy for even the dumbest twats to think they have captured a great image when actually it is nothing but a weak ass snapshot that the camera did all of the thinking to reproduce.
I'd be upset, but I realize you're the mental equivalent of a 5 year old who's been left behind in a crowded shopping mall. You don't know what to do, and you're scared, so you just start yelling nonsenically.
Your not upset, that's too bad, that is my life's ambition... to get the fabulous clay taurus upset.... shit, I thought for a second there I could get you to pop a cap at me. Not worried about getting hit, wiggers can't shoot for shit but it is fun to watch you guys emulate idiots in rap videos.
Don't worry, old timer. Your days of frustration will soon be over once the senility sets in. We'll give you a nice room with a pretty view, and chuckle politely as you spew on and on about how life was better in the 1950's.
I was born in the mid fifties, don't really remember much about them. I do remember having a great deal of fun in the late sixties and beyond. I don't miss the popular music from the sixties, seventies, and eighties ....I can listen to it anytime on my newfangled ipod or through my home theater system that is connected to my MAC and itunes. I now listen more to progressive jazz which is just great REAL musicians playing REAL music(no stealing of others and then talking over it) it's good anytime. When I think about it, I have enjoyed my life immensely and could check out tomorrow with a smile on my face.
Looks like you are wrong as usual on all of your attempts to criticize me Clay and now we all know that you have a very strange relationship with your toy poodle.