Dead bimbos


Humongous fat broad Sherry was found dead of illiteracy and
innumeracy today. Of course her little zombie Jim, who can lie in
her shade all day without either of them moving, dies with her.

The bimbos posted:

--One repeat of their scatterbrained attempt to ingratiate
themselves with a spammer. They both want to suck his crank.

--Two repeats of some of their standard long-since dismissed
gobble. (One of the funniest parts, in essence: "Applied
mathematics and theoretical mathematics are two separate and
distinct bodies of knowledge." Fuckin' hilarious.)

--One completely idiotic "question," showing that the awesomely
stupid bimbos cling to the "Griffin is Gerry/Gerry is Griffin"
idiocy even after Abraxas manipulated them into showing that they
can't sustain such stupid nonsense even in their stunted minds.

--No attempts to refute any of the facts that slap them into
those hilarious tantrums.

--Nothing that they haven't posted a dozen times or more, except
the attempt to get into the spammer's shorts, which they've done
only twice.

--Reaffirmation of the fact that the two-value random variable (a
"fair coin" or "unbiased coin" in the parlance of the authors of
statistics texts) is too complex for the bimbos, a reminder that
the 49-value situation, for example, is immensely far over their
heads or tails.


R.I.P, bimbos.



P.S. Big Bimbo, it is 100.000% certain that you are not a
"mental health councilor." If you intend to resurrect yourself,
you'll be far better off if you lose that laughably sorry
affectation. For the first step in your rebirth, answer the
trivial coin-toss question. If you can't even look it up, you're
living-dead proof that you can't ever be anything but
laughingstocks here. For the second step, try like hell to back
up your "reduces those astronomical odds" claim.

No need to thank me for the advice--you earned massive amounts of
sympathy, and anyway, toying with you would be more fun if you
could get past simply repeating the same scatterbrained smatter
every day.


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