Smuel's good morning extravaganza

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For true? What do I win?

Oh wait, it's loneliness.

Anyway, for an exciting update, he made his reply: "Your vagina leaks? You should probs get that checked dude."

So I followed with: "You have the rebuttal skills of a six year old. Do you know what 'if' means? It confers possibilty, rather than fact - therefore I can put 'if I was leaking vaginally' without having ever experienced leakage myself. As such, your response is wholly nonsensical given the information I provided. I feel bad actually, engaging in this back-and-forth with you; normally people can produce legitimate comebacks but I guess your obvious mental deficiencies must make that difficult for you."

Good morning.

 

You ought to have used the subjunctive "if I were..." for a conditional clause.

No doubt this would have cleared up the misunderstanding.

Good morning.

 

You are indeed correct, and if he had half a brain he would have picked up on that and corrected me like you did. But as he doesn't and hasn't, my amusement shall continue.

Good afternoon.

 

I know that ytzk has been rather erratic recently, but implying that he only has half a brain is a bit much, don't you think?

Good morning.

 

I was implying at the very least he has half a brain, and in all likelihood more than that. That is about as good as my compliments get.

Good afternoon.

 

Thanks, old bean. Good night.

 

Good Morning, boys and gals.

 

Good Christmas, if you're into that sort of thing. And good morning too, for that matter.

 

Good morning chaps, i believe y'all woke up alive?

 

The apocalyse thing was a few days ago, and in a different thread.

Good morning.

 

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kitten on keyboard good morning.

 

Looks fake to me. Good morning.

 

Only one more good morning left in 2012. Tomorrow it will be 2013, and I can finally tell someone a funny line I thought of a while back. She was lamenting that three of her friends had all died this year due to ill health, and said something like "This has been such an awful year. Three of my friends died." Of course, being the witty and Dwight Schrute-like guy that I am, I immediately thought of the response, "You mean, three of your friends have died this year... so far" but then I realised I couldn't say that to her, because there were still a couple of months left in which a further friend could die, and then my remark would seem heartless. So instead I've been biding my time until 2012 is safely over and I can force her to dredge up her painful memories in order to deliver my hilarious line without any possibilty of it turning out to be cruelly prescient. See, contrary to popular belief, I do care about people's feelings after all.

Bonus hilarity - it would have been even funnier if I had said it, and then died myself. But of course, I couldn't count on that happening, so it wasn't really an option.

Further bonus hilarity - an alternative response would have been "Don't worry, it can't carry on happening forever, because eventually you'll run out of friends."

Good morning.

 

Good morning Gents.

 

Good morning foolish lords.
Smuel, your witty comment has just gotten you a seat of honor in my hall of fame, cruelty room.

 

It was 44 degrees centigrade today, bitches.

That's actually how the weather is read - '... and a maximum of 44, bitches' - or at least it ought to be. Today the sun made us all his bitch.

Good afternoon.

 

See, that's why it's a mistake to live in a foreign country.

Good morning.

 

It was 25 degrees here bitches.
Good morning, and ytzk, have a nice cancer-tan.

 

It's 7 degrees here. Oh. Good night and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

PS: Everyday is my birthday, because bitches loves cake.

 

What are you talking about, Smuel?

Clearly everyone else is in a foreign country. Duh.

Happy birthday, Arthgon.