The Rock Prophet:
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No thanks, you aren't worth the weight of the skin cells that fall from your sore right wrist. Everyone hear knows what you have said to women here. Go on, keep denying it and don't forget to say how this place is the pit.
LOL!
I rest my case.
Not only are you patently delusional, but you’re also a sucker for elementary school level propaganda.
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Wooden Nickel:
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Yeah, that's real nice of you wench. Now get back in the kitchen and make me some cookies.
And take off those damn shoes before I smack you silly!
Go away, Lizzie. This conversation is over your pretty little head. You want to moderate my comments, go right ahead. Put some bite in your bitchiness.
No, it’s just because Emma was a champion bitch and no one else would have her except Joseph.
I hope you and your incestuous, whorish, slutish, circle-jerking clan have a wonderful weekend.
First of all, the bolded quote did not come from me. I have no idea where it came from, but Pokatator included several invented or misattributed quotes in his famous thread.
As for the remainder, I simply note that none of them attest to me having called a woman a whore or a slut. And though even the last sentence falls short of calling anyone a whore or slut, it was directed towards Scratch, who, unless I am mistaken, is male. Indeed, the only whores and sluts I’ve ever seen on this message board are all of the male gender.
So, once again, when challenged to prove the rampant allegations against me, no one can produce the goods. Nothing new there. I've made the challenge for years now, and it’s just the same old Pokatator thread of “Schryver’s Greatest Hits” that is cited—which, aside from the quotes misattributed to me, is pretty damn funny, if you ask me. I only wish everyone could read the quotes in their full context. They were much funnier in context.
But, hey, you guys keep up the propaganda campaign. It's failing miserably to impact my reputation, but watching you form into your well-practiced circle of debauchery is always a hoot. It evokes the image of pigs engaged in synchronized swimming, especially when you all dive down, leaving nothing but your little pink tails bobbing in the muddy water.