Dear ItsMeDeb:

SNAP!!! :-)

M-Dawg

Dear DanielJ:

Poor you...obviously a micro-penised asshole...

A moronic fucktard who posts on a site that s/he obviously doesn't like (well, in your case, because you're too fuckin' stupid to understand, hillbilly) is the worst kind of loser there is.

Tell your mom and dad that their little incest experiment continues to fail, fail, fail...

M-Dawg

Dear Magooish:

Once again, O Wisest of the Wise, you have schooled me again...

Many thanks for the Hillbilly History lesson!

M-Dawg

Dear DanielJ:

Oh, my, my, my...

So...you're a boss, huh? As in "Smartie, I am SO the boss of you?" Well, kiddo...that shit may play in DEE-DEE-DEE Land, where you are surely the boss, but not here.

Love the comment about Smartie's dog...it truly demonstates, without a doubt, that you are INDEED the boss...of fucktards and asswipes.

Successful business owner...now, THAT cracked me up!

PRESS RELEASE!!!

"Today, Successful Business Owner DanielJ went on a blog and utilized poor grammar, spelling, punctuation and usage skills in a ridiculous and moronic attempt to say naughty things about the blog's owner."

DanielJ, when I see you at your successful business, I'll make sure to give you a shout-out:

"Can I get some fries with that order, Foolio?"

Granted, you are not AS stupid as the general mongoloids that spew their hateful bile on this site...but you're pretty stupid, dude. And pretty pathetic.

So...since you're the boss in DEE-DEE-DEE land, will you fire me?

M-Dawg

Dear Van Dergraaf:

Ah...my man, you brought back some fine memories for me...

I was at Disneyland the first time I did mushrooms...TRULY The Magic Kingdom...I did, inter alia, an erotic and VERY public dance with Winnie the Pooh...

I dropped acid once at a Greatful Dead concert...quit my job, abandoned my apartment and became a Deadhead for three months...

Strike up the band, Frankie...they were INDEED some very good years!

M-Dawg

M-Dawg,

Ahh, sweet memories.

The college I went to showed movies on the weekend. One Friday night, a friend &; I went to see "Lovers and Other Strangers". The place was packed, so we had to sit in one of the aisles.

While waiting for the movie to start, we went to work on getting into a proper frame of mind before the movies started. Between the two of us, we had 3 different pipes and 4 types of pot and hash. We sat there experimenting with different combinations of smoke and pipe. By the time we finished, the movie was half over, not that it mattered any more.

When we staggered out at the end, all I could remember about the movie was Richard Castellano repeatedly sayng "What's the story, Richie?"

I don't do those things anymore.

VDGG

Dear Van Dergraaf:

Dude...I CAN'T do those things anymore...

M-Dawg