Title: Have a Merry Christmas From A K A Stone Source:
[None] URL Source:[None] Published:Dec 21, 2010 Author:A K A Stone Post Date:2010-12-21 22:40:29 by A K A Stone Keywords:None Views:168268 Comments:181
I hope you all have a good Christmas. Been busy and not here much lately. Any questions or comments or Merry Christmases can be put here. Later.
we're not talking about a man, granny, we're talking about a rabid dog.
Poor Mammy's got to take what she can get these days, begging for government money and all. The drunken mutt probably looks good to her. He probably even has his own Sea-Train container to live in, all paid for.
The thing is, does she know about MD's special arrangement with yukon?
#129. To: Skip py the drive up window commando boy currently stationed in his mommys basement Intro (#127)
LOL!
Tell us ALL again skippy boy what does it feel like to know that even the girls of your age cadre have more balls than you will EVER have little boy?
You are nothing but a craven never been anywhere never done anything little PUSSY.
Kiss your mommy for the fleet skippy, tell her that the Gator Nav is looking forward to liberty with her.
Don't worry skippy boy, I'm sure there will be enough chocolate for you to steal a couple of pieces like you usually do. The brown water NAV is generous to it's whores afterall.
Living in mouth breather's empty noggins 24/7/365 totally rent free!
I have noticed an increasing snarl and frothing of the mouth by yourself. It may be worse than anyone suspected to bring you under control; as I suggested earlier it might be time to euthanize you.
Down boy! Or I won't throw one of those MilkBones that you snarl over. I just witnessed your snarls about SneakyPete at your LP kennel as he was taking a leash to you.
I use a choke chain AND a muzzle on you at all times, unlike sneaky.
You threaten to KILL my family and you think THAT'S OK you disgusting little cunt?
Now, MD .... calm down. Where in the world did you find that concept other than illusion between your two pointy ears and behind your snarling, growling bark? You must PROVE the allegation (links, text, pictures, etc.) before jumping in sheer pandemonium because of your rabid condition. Although, you are untrained and not house broken ... you are a champion for chasing rats off the property....
Now, mutt .... go fetch that stuff before growling at your master!
#141. To: Mad Dog, yukon, murron, rudgear, badeye (#140)
"You threaten to KILL my family and you think THAT'S OK you disgusting little cunt?
Your continuing whining, howling and yipping won't get you your usual Milkbone, mutt. Now, go fetch that stuff as I commanded you! Go get it, boy! And don't get distracted by your bitches, yukon, murron and rudgear and badeye.
It's way past time for Wasilla Animal Control to deal with the rabid mutt. I'll send Sarah a tweet and suggest she get right on it.
Please do. And let Sarah know that I think Bristol can tap dance around her any day of the week; in fact, I am voting for Bristol the next election possible.
To phucky the sucky clown buckeroo, "You threaten to KILL my family and you think THAT'S OK you disgusting little cunt?
As tiring as your howling is becoming, I honestly think it is phunney and more to the specific point, phony. Take a momentary or even better a long term peek at yourself as fighting with yourself on the Internet for all to see; it is as though you hide behind that silly little nickname/moniker, "Mad Dog" as though there is some impression of yourself upon most of us.
You are an Internet pimple waiting to burst for all to see with buckets of puss pouring on the ground outside. Just remember how I regard (and I assume most aware readers) about various posts/threads no matter the impassioned plea, it is all a reflection of yourself, the unique and individual poster. Your only saving grace from myself is that you have a little black and cold, wet nose and black lips with a pink tongue hanging out salivating everywhere. Your unsharpened claws dangling from your otherwise mangled paws don't bother me.
You are very fortunate that I am a contributing member of the Humane Society of America otherwise I would have already called to have you put out of your personal misery, mutt.
"You haven't done a g-damn thing to me you lying, two-bit internet WHORE! I'm still here, and if it's a piece of me you want so fking bad DRAG QUEEN, come and get it...I'm so g-damn scared of you I'm shaking in my shoes, DYKE..."
Heh, and I'm glad you are still here, dear girl. I just rhetorically spanked you for your rediculous attempts at the attack.
As fir your epithets, you are toothless and have been shown to be a legend in your own mind as far as being an Internet Sherlock Holmes goes. And that's your problem, not mine.
I remember the three hills we hated to march up were called, Misery, Heartbreak, and agony. I also remember the only beer we had access to in the small PXs was 'Blats' beer, or something like that. I remember it tasted as bad as it's name.
I also remember not being so impressed with Louisville the weekend we had off to go check it out. Kentucky is a state that hits 9.9 on the hick Richter scale.
Maybe it's used more prevalently for the Navy and Marines, but I believe it's fairly common to use that term for basic training in all the services. For example, do a search for "Army boot camp" or "Air Force boot camp."
"I have a sense that RabbalGal doesn't like Mike. It is almost as though, behind her nice and lovely presence she is trying to alter her persona right here on LF this fine Christmas Day."
She's been like that since we first met at eLPee when she was 'Mom_Grandmother years ago in any event. She can't win at political argument, so she resorts to the Tanya Harding school of trying got whack me in the knees like this was a figure skating competition or something like that.
No insult to Harding meant of course. She has her problems, but at least she's not a retarded, overweight sleaze bag playing meals on wheels in a chair trying to scam a grant from the government. ;-D
It is, but not at Basic/BCT. The Drill Sergeants are not called 'sir' like the Marine Boot camp, and the trainees don't have to refer to themselves in the third person singular way. Also one can move your eyeballs when standing at attention, something they give the 'boots' hell for in the Marines.
Army BCT is much easier to get through than that of the Marines.
"Murron found Ferret Mike and thought he was just a little bit weaker than her ..... and found out Mike was a bit stronger than she otherwise thought..... she is giving up now."
Wow Buck, I never knew you had a gift for the understatement.
And yes, I can make my bicep bigger than Murron can, but she has the head muscle mass I will never own. I need that room in my skull for my brain.
Nice tale of the moonshine and brie crowd. But actually, Murron and company prefer Hillbilly coke to grass. They have a different Meth-od they use to tweak their sense of unreality.
Hey Mike....... Do you have a snarling mongrel yapping at you with nearly every post you make? I do... I won't mention any names though but its initials are: Mad Dog.
M. Doggie Dogg, the famous humper of electric fences? I ignore it unless I feel the need to smack ot about the head and make it chase it's frostbitten tail.
That is one worthless human being, never mind poster. I'm glad he's in Alaska, let them worry about their vets who are into stolen valor.
Boofer After 5: My my...do you suck your boyfriend's cock with that mouth?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!!!!!!! There ya go, whore. Leave it to a liberal to take the high road.
[chuckle]
Well, [war's] got to do something for attention, his multiple personalities aren't speaking to him any more, and his imaginary friends keep finding excuses not to come over.