- Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:39 pm
#47138
Having taken the tempered and seasoned ash ax handle of the Painful Truth and delivered to Grog only the latest in a long, long series of epic beat downs (in this, the epic beat down arena, I have to, in all modesty, share the stage with many others who have also grown tired of Grog's pedantic, sophomoric [if not freshmanistic, to coin a phrase], pathetic and frankly, sad attempts to draw attention to himself), to the point that he had to invent another persona (Malcom) in order to show his ugly, hook nosed, non kosher, ethnic mug around here,
and;
Having revealed the poster posing as ClownDicker to be the drug addled, self admitted pot head and heroin junkie (did you ever stop skin popping like a little punk bitch, and start taking it in the arm like the really cool kids do?) Loser Lucky (whom I had to school in the true meaning of the acronym ISIS, among many, many other corrections I have had to administer), the Marxist Useful Idiot supporter of the Dear Leader Hussein MaoBamma. The one who sits around (on the frayed sofa with the legs cut off, in a flop with newspapers taped to the windows and concrete blocks holding up planks where he precariously balances the speakers of his stereo (that was the result of a successful dumpster dive) that endlessly play a worn out 8 track cartridge of the greatest hits of the Grateful Dead, circa 1969) in his faded and tattered Che tee shirt, bemoaning the latest failure of someone, ANYONE, to lead us as we march arm in arm into the brave new dawn of the bold socialist Utopian workers paradise as he huffs and puffs, his bong closely resembling the forge of the village smithy of old as he burns bale after bale of the sacred herb in a futile attempt to find his mellow.
Like, wow man....
Yes it's true.
It's good to be me.
Mazel Tov!
Winning.
PS and personal for Grog/Malcom: She was laughing at you the entire time. You DO realize that, don't you?
Still winning.
Now, dance and rave. I jerked your leash and I expect you to preform, just like the funky junkie monkey you are.
The floor is yours Comrade Loser Lucky.......
Of course, Grog/Malcom is free to rattle the bars of his cage and shriek as well.
And yes, I'm STILL winning.
Fuck Yeah!
(I own you bitches)