Rhyming story.

Here i am again about to share my mind,
I need something to escape the grind.
Awww SW banned me aint it a pity,
Now pats n fastcars follow me trying to be witty.

Pats is so skinny and ugly as sin,
With those glasses and u think u can win.
Your dumb racist and look like and ass,
People prefer yoda she has more class.

Fastcars the boring one and just repeats the same words,
Look at his posts he obsessed with my turds.
Your come backs are crap and u wannbe me,
Your as interesting as that fred dibnah on tv.

Then there’s PB reminding people we care,
Often leaving folks to despair.
Editing deleting moving posts and banning,
I wish someone would give this geriatric a canning.
But we love him really and couldnt do without him or want him to go,
On second thoughts bring him here lets torture him real slow.

And mr dibnob who hasnt a clue,
6000+ posts of pure poo.
All those posts and still fckin whining,
Eyes off my ass i dont do chocolate mining.

Rainbowsh!te is so ugly and boring,
I read her come back it left me snoring.
So take your skanky ass back from where you came,
You wont ever be good enough to play my game.
So shut up and pay respect where it’s due,
Move your fat ass the great 1’s comin thru.

“MY NAMES RICK JAMES B1TCH!”

One imagines various images when the name Pats is contemplated. There’s the image of the simpleton, hidden away from prying eyes in an institute that’s funded, yet never examined by the authorities. There’s the uneasy feeling of watching a retard trying to make sense of an incomprehensible world by attacking ethnic minorites and her superiors, such as the magnificent PinkYoda. Then there’s the repulsive vision, of a strange, twisted, half-breed creature, trying to take hold of the pretty pictures that the shiney mirror provides her with through her disabled dial-up allowance. Yes, Pats is all these things, yet in her own slobbering, demented way, somehow says to US collectively as a society, that we should all endeavour to look after chat-board mongs more compassionately in future.

Magnificent!! now theres a word I’ve never been called before! lol :P :P :P

@antjive wrote:

One imagines various images when the name Pats is contemplated. There’s the image of the simpleton, hidden away from prying eyes in an institute that’s funded, yet never examined by the authorities. There’s the uneasy feeling of watching a retard trying to make sense of an incomprehensible world by attacking ethnic minorites and her superiors, such as the magnificent PinkYoda. Then there’s the repulsive vision, of a strange, twisted, half-breed creature, trying to take hold of the pretty pictures that the shiney mirror provides her with through her disabled dial-up allowance. Yes, Pats is all these things, yet in her own slobbering, demented way, somehow says to US collectively as a society, that we should all endeavour to look after chat-board mongs more compassionately in future.

anuvver fan…weyheyyyyyyyyyyyyy. :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

@pats wrote:

an just b4 the nurse gives me my bedbath think on this !!

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their
tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were
growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school
every morning… uphill BOTH ways… through year ’round
blizzards. Carrying their younger siblings on their
backs… to their one-room schoolhouse, where they
maintained a Straight-A average, despite their full-time, after school job at the local textile mill… where they
worked for 35 cents an hour just to help keep their family
from starving to death.

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there
was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like
that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they’ve
got it.

But now that I’m over the ripe old age of thirty, I can’t help but look
around and notice the youth of today. You’ve got it so easy!
I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!

And I hate of say it but you kids today don’t know how good
you’ve got it. I mean, when I was a kid we didn’t have The
Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to
the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card
catalog!!
There was no email. We had to actually write somebody a
letter… with a pen! then you had to walk all the way
across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would
take like a week to get there!

There were no MP3’s or Napsters… You wanted to steal music
, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift
it yourself. Or you had to Wait around all day to tape it
off of the radio and the DJ’d usually talk over the
beginning and @#*% it all up!

And talk about hardship? You couldn’t just download cuddles and hugs.
You had to steal it from your brother or bribe some homeless
dude to buy you a copy of “Hustler” at the 7-11. Those were
your options.

We didn’t have fancy crap like Call Waiting. If you were on
the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal,
that’s it. And we didn’t have fancy Caller ID boxes
either… when the phone rang, you had no idea who it was.
It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, a
collections agent, you just didn’t know!!! You had to pick
it up and take your chances mister!

We didn’t have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with
high-resolutin 3-D grapics! We had the Atari 2600 with games
like “Space Invaders” and “Asteroids” and the graphics
sucked. Your guy was a little square… you actually had to
use your imagination!

And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just
one screen forever. And you could never win. The game just
kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until
you died! .Just like LIFE!

Sure we had cable television, but back then that was only
like 15 channels and there was no onscreen menu and no
remote control. You had to use a little book called the TV
Guide to find out what was on. You were screwed when it came
to channel surfing… you had to get off your ass and walk
over to the TV to change the station and there was
no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on
Saturday morning. Do you hear what I’m saying!?! We had to
wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little brats!

And we didn’t have microwaves, if we wanted to heat
something up we had to use the stove or go build a frigging
stupid Jiffy Pop thing and shake it over the stove forever
kids today have got it too easy. You’re spoiled.

You guys wouldn’t have lasted five minutes back in 1980.

[-( [-(

Hey retard remember the part of the title description that said “rhyming”

Your story is sh!t and u cant rhyme,
your posts bore me everytime.
So get back to B&Q and do your job,
Instead of being a jc slut lookin for nob.

I’m sure you will still follow me that much im bettin,
Thats just fine, i’ll keep makin you look a cretin.
You can reply all you like i really dont care,
Did you get those jeans from the church fare?

P.S……i lasted 365 days in 1980 :wink:

” IM RICK JAMES B1TCH “