I know that you enjoy regaling me with such dubious epithets as "cockmonkey" and "felchmaster," much to the amusements of the village wits hereabouts. But I wonder if they are aware of these e-mails you send me:

I hope that this clarifies some things.

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What others say about boorite!

To paraphrase K O Fight Club:
I hate you, boorite.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

In addition, did you or did you not write the following message to me?

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why dx?
Because you are a cockwrangler.

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Stop putting words in my mouth, lest I put other things in YOUR mouth.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

You did too call me a cockwrangler! You ass slave.

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What others say about boorite!

That was out of context, you cocksmoking bag of asparagus piss.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

asparagus piss

*surrenders*

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What others say about boorite!

Bush should call all his enemies bags of Asparagus piss. This world would be better for it.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

Do Asparagi have Peni from which to piss from?

Do Asparagus's have penis's from which to piss from?

Do asparage have pene from which to piss from?

and all other variations thought appropriate.

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I beleive "Asparagus Piss" refers to the signature aroma, acrid and zesty as it is, of the urine of one who has recently digested asparagus stalks, and NOT to some ludicrous yet beautifully surreal suggestion that asparagus posseses an ability to urinate. I hope this clears it all up for y'all, and I hope to see you at my seminar at the civic center in Worcester, MA: "The Mating Rituals Of Common Household Foods And Their Effects On A Modern Class-Based Society".

I like smelly pee-pee...

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Ham-fisted ham fisting.

that is to say... I believe.. not "beleive"... oh my third grade teacher would be so disappointed right now... prolly whip me within an inch of my life.. ohh how i loved third grade... waxing the carrot through my coudoroy's after a severe beating form aged old Mrs. Barret... sniffing the boy's room floor minutes later... so many more delightful indiscretions I can't even begin to get into here...

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Ham-fisted ham fisting.

...I can't tell, was your teacher was strict or kinky?

she was both stict and kinky... and old... and wrinkled... and her hair was naturally blue... i found that out one cold september morn in the boiler room...

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Ham-fisted ham fisting.

I beg to differ. See, niether boorite nor DX could ever think up something THAT clever.

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quote:

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I beg to differ. See, niether boorite nor DX could ever think up something THAT clever.

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Lots of substances do this. The notable thing about asparagus piss is that the smell comes from a protein or enzyme or something that only certain people are able to smell. One of science's mysteries.

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What others say about boorite!

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I beg to differ. See, niether boorite nor DX could ever think up something THAT clever.

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So... what was the original fight about now? Oh... yes... DragonXero is a closeted boorite underwear sniffer, and boorite resembles a bulbous teste...

Those are the facts as per my understanding... so, now gentlemen... RESUME!

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Ham-fisted ham fisting.

Testicle.

Yet another profound statement from our pal Boorite. To which I reply, fucking goatsodomizing asscranker.

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Lemme try one! Lint-licking frappucino-humper!

Shut up, punkrockskaboy, you jumbo drum of sun-fermented monkey semen.

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What others say about boorite!

You are all testicle taming shit buffets!

You all have talent rivaling only the best white rappers.

"I am a beautiful fighter. I have such a style!" -Don Flamingo, Punch-Out

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Ham-fisted ham fisting.

Returning to the subject on this thread:

DX, on your picture at www.woodenbadger.com's regulars page, it appears that you are going to sit down to a nice bowl of Iced Earths (with ice-cold milk, of course).

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