Online rudeness vs cloying conformism

Heroe, I am waiting for you...you have no idea, how much fun I would have to spank your ass... till you scream..Out of lust or of pain? Only we will know...:smt079

 

Whoa there, motherfucker. Mr. Big Shit, slow your bitch ass down with that.

I love how you're getting frustrated over shit you started.

Damn, you must be frustrated to go out of your way to damn near rape a woman. That's quite the scenario you played out, right there. Fuck up outta here. Espy owned your ass, shut you down, and stepped all over your alpha dick bullshit.

And I like how you try to end your shit with a smiley face. You know your ass is mad. You be pourin' your heart and soul into you complaints.

I also had to laugh at the "BEG me not to stop", shit, like you're so good at what you that you could make sexual assault enjoyable.

 

Hahahaha...and again, may I ask, what his purpose here is?

 

He just wants to be Mr. Controversial. It's boring and immature. Of course he'll probably reply to Ajax and/or I with some personal comment about our age or how much more he earns etc...

 

:mrgreen: Like a TRUE top dog gives up at that point, and walks off, tail tucked between legs, just at that.

Let's maintain the canine analogy for a moment, shall we? I'll dog you for a date. I'll dog you, and dog you for a date. Just a little shot to prove my mettle, and some class too. Maybe I am the rough-eared Rottweiler, all but I'm intrigued by this Aristo-cat, the jewellery of her breeding around her neck, the finery of her purred words, scathing though they are, don't think these chewed up, scratched up ears didn't catch the sweetness between the lines.....

So, after much dogged pursuit (dodges rotten apples), I would take milady out to a classy place. Hampton Court, home to the gentility down the ages. You no doubt have graced these corridors before, but never in the company of a scoundrel like myself. You, noblewoman that you are, educate me in the details of the exquisite furnishings, paintings and statues, how the details in each have come to represent qualities of humanity, love, compassion, kindness, the gift-shop pencil in my paw scribbles notes frantically, faster than my undereducated mind will allow; I see the finger of man in a painting as he reaches out to his Creator, and I feel my heart bump, my pencil drops; I too, feel like I am reaching out too far beyond me with this lady.

But as we walk to the foyer, the ladies of the court, your catty friends, surround us..."Who is this wretch?", they miaow. "What possible reason could you have to consort with this horrible troll?". Uncomprehendingly, I nose open the dictionary you gave me. I wince as I my paw stops on the 'T' words, and reads the double meaning of that particular one. A little doggy tear slips out from a corner of my eye as the truth hits me; I AM a wretch. But inspiration strikes; I need not let this be.

Picking you up by your little tiara, my pencil and dictionary in my little doggy bag, I whisk my elegant lady to the famous Maze, to your cries of, "What are you doooooooing??". Even they sound sweet to my turned up ears. I run filt tilt into the maze, changing direction too randomly for you to follow. Half an hour passes, and darkness has fallen early. Finally, I come to a stop; for all my stamina, even I cannot maintain the race into the unknown, my snout almost closed, and carry your slinky, svelte form without tiring. We collapse in a heap between the hedges.

"What have you done?" you squeal in annoyance. "You SILLY commoner, we'll never escape! Don't you know they never rescue anyone from this infernal puzzle? We'll be stuck here all night!". You pace around furiously, trying to guage from the stars the path out, and I watch your sweet form turn, and turn again...and hunker back down, next to me in the cold, realising the uselessness of it.

"I'm sorry, milady; I just wanted a bit of time with you".

"Why didn't you just ask? Now we're alone, cold and hungry!"

"And...angry?" Genuinely hurt now, I give you my best puppy eyes...

The look on your face changes.

"No, silly. But if you want an education, you must learn to ask nicely. Consideration for the feelings of others, dear boy, is mankind's greatest attributes".

I snuggle up, as much to feel the loveliness of your fur as the warmth of your slinky form.

"It isn't enough to say unto others as you want to. Sometimes you must also intuit the other person, read between the lines, SEE the person inside; and speak as one emotional being, to another emotional being. The path of intellect is limited, the path of force even less fruitful; the path of emotion is beyond the skies".

I sit quietly and digest this new information.

"But you are cleverer than me. I know you can read. How can I read between the lines, if I cannot read at all?".

"Well, dear fellow, sometimes the path of intellect needs guidance by your feelings. You will do it, and I will help you. Sometimes the answer just looks you in the face".

I reach into my doggy back and pull out my Hampton Court pencil, the one for which you kindly spent a Shilling for me at the visitors Gift Shoppe. I hold the pencil in my snout, turning once more to your sweet face, hoping for a kiss, and your sharp, lovely cat's eyes catch a small design printed on the pencil, a detailed aerial shot of the Court.

"Is that...."

I nod my snout in the affirmative. My doggy eyes won't see it in dark, but I'm intelligent enough to know it's a myth that women can't read maps, especially ones as clever as my little kitty.

"A map of the Maze!"

I nod my snout again. Your little paws reach out in a cat-hug, as we roll around the grass in joy. I follow, and you lead me out of the Maze...in every way, always.



So, Espy, am I..."ahem"...out of the doghouse?

 

I guess he must have too much free time on his hands.

 

Folks! Folks! Folks!

We all gotta mellow out..

Though we *do* come to the table to share what may be kindred experiences/thoughts/attitudes towards life/politics...we also *definitely* have differences in same..

It's one of the basic freedoms of life, yes?

But for all this sniping and such to take place back and forth *regardless* of what differences of opinion transpires...is just not cricket, eh?

Guys & gals, we're not Heads Of Nations at a summit talk trying to prevent-or-instigate going to war.



Remember, it's....only...the....internet...













OpinionsCartoonStudios@Yahoo.Co.UK

 

CartoonMan... go read his posts and you'll understand why people react like this.

 

Okay JB, before I respond I have to ask a question, and I expect an answer. Have you been drinking? And if so, just how many shots of Johnnie Walker have you had?

 

I'm as sober as a judge, and as serious as a heart attack.

 

Oh, well, whilst the majority of the festivities here are apparently like:

:axe:

I'll just call this one The Proverbial Popciorn Thread, yes?













OpinionsCartoonStudios@Yahoo.Co.UK

 

Well in that case, you certainly have my attention now JB, and I must say I’m quite intrigued. Perhaps you merit more than a quick pass by after all, that was actually rather sweet. I suspected you had it in you all along. As I’ve decided you’re a likeable fellow after all, and in the spirit of second chances, I’ll let you out of the dog house… but the leash stays on love.

 

Yeah, Tony, isn't it great how life takes some wondrous turns?

 

"Winner winner, Chicken dinner"

 

i love that movie!

 

Let make sure the starter of this thread live up to his words as long as he does not extremely disrespect folk.

 

Too late.:smt042

 

thank-you for pointing out the obvious...

 

I already gave you rep, but I have to say publicly: this is just an awesome fucking post. I've read your posts before, and liked them, but this one right here? This one makes me think you're an awesome guy. It's always so cool to see evidence of true manhood. I've seen people here mention that you're young -- well let me say on behalf of the old folks like myself: good for the new generation. WTG. :smt038