Re: Lottery facts for Sherry

"moriman" <moriman-spamless@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

"Gerry" <tulalip@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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"Jack Ricci" <ricci@xxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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Well Jack, it's been several days now and John still
refuses to answer
the
question as was presented to him.
his latest attempt to
weasel out of answering was (and I quote);
"Sherry Davis" <NoSpam@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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Sherry,
You will find that Whittle Gwiffy has no intelligent
answers for a
lot of
life's mysteries, trials and tribulations. If there are any
obvious or tailored answers that can benefit him, he will
lack the necessary interpersonal communication skills to
benefit from them as he sits high above on his porcelain
throne, ready to *** on anybody and everybody at will. He
will hand you the end of a toilet paper roll to unwind for
him
and
lead us through a twisted wild maze to confound the true
purpose of the toilet paper's existance, as he farts to
remind you of his presence.

He's on a lifelong rampage to corner victims into trying
to REFUTE
one or
two of his perceived half-truths which he has stumbled upon
during his entire being, and then proceeded to thoroughly
research in MAD magazine. REFUTE is his defence for
everything, no matter how big a mess he
creates.
He must have gotten away with that *** at the orphanage he
was assigned
to
in Kentucky, as he attempted to be forced to grow up on
applejack with
some
of his cousins. Someone has failed him, thereby forcing
clandestine cyberspace to take up the slack. I will always
pray that all true
assholes
of his calibre will find the eventual heaven of Preparation
H...and may
the
engineers of screwdom come up with a tiny condom of his
size.

We should either not waste our precious time on this
jackass, or we
must
become his mirror so that he is forced to continuously
stare at himself
as
others perceive him, until he breaks down and chokes in his
own puke.

Notice that he has never REFUTED all of the obvious
revelations about
himself that we quickly catch on to? Most of us can see
through him
because
the brain is missing...a very shallow, hollow person no
matter what his sexual persuasion is, nor how tiny his wee
little dinky may be.

In order for me to be man enough to not run away from
your
hypothetical,
mathematical anectdote to me in this post, Sherry, I wasn't
the greatest student in math or mechanisms, and I was
educated in Canada...much of it
in
French...So...the math examples in the post are all English
to me... :)
:)
:)

Let's just say that when you add it all up, John Griffin
is the sum
of
all hell in a handbasket, and simply cannot hide it, so he
flaunts it.
We do
have the option of ignoring him, but, why? I think the guy
is a
gas!...Let's
light the *** on fire :) :) :)

LottoHackJack

...and that's Mr. Ricci to you, Johnny. Now go make your
bed, Johnny. OOOooooooops...he's already done that.

Jack is scared to go against John one on one. Last time he
tried that he made a fool of himself and ran off and hid
behind a killfile. Now he hides behind a girl with
spectacular tits and throws spitwads.

BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA


What is it your auntie John says Gerry?

Ah! yes.

ROTMFFLMMFAO

I know I'd rather stand behind a girl with spectacular tits
than stand behind auntie John... doing what Gerry?
Suppose it's a bit like Elton John, heard he got divorced
because his husband was humping behind his back ;-)

Hilarious.

Even after I molded them into a team, the tragicomical troika can
only synergize their self-humiliation and vacuousness. We're being
treated to continual reruns of all the lamest snivels regularly
seen on usenet. We'll never get an original remark from airhead
Sherry (Non Sequitur Incarnate), born victim/poltroon Jack (Ad
Hominem Personified), or this retarded little kid (Zero
Personafied). (That isn't a typo. The retard is a regular
scratching post or a neonate cowering behind a new persona.)

By the way, cretins, know that Jack's baby talk is his true voice.
He's usually sitting on him mommy's lap when he posts, but when I
slap him into his self-pitying tantrum mode he can't wait for her
to clean up his diaper or his pathetic puling.

Thank you, thank you and thank you for the amusement, victims.
Now, would one of you genetic catastrophes like to dispute
something I've said? Light me on fire, *** Jack.<snicker>
Whenever *** Jack has thrown bombs at me before, I've always
taken a moment to light the fuses and throw them back. Whenever
Bimbo has thrown bombs at me, she has always thrown them
vertically. It's fun to see the ditzy babble take on an even more
frantic tone after they land on her head and put a trauma on top of
her congenital stupor. The retardate, of course, is far too weak
to throw anything.

This is like being attacked by a herd of fuckin' goslings--all dumb
as a goose and not big enough to attack anything above the soles of
my shoes, their natural habitat.

R O T M F F L M M F A O !



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