GottaHurt said:
I meant, I mean, I don't know wtf the meaning of my post is....
Yea, that pretty much sums it up.You don't know WTF. That 14 months of unemployment really paid off for you. Gave you plenty of opportuniy to dig up some solid info in regard to current affairs so you could post on a rant forum.
Good thing you're a web developer/programmer, I'm sure your wife is ecstatic about your ability to post her pic on the web, so guys won't hit on her.
I know WTF. It's your "pacifist pussy" remark I'm talking about. And I didn't dig up the info during my unemployment. I read the news online during my lunch break at work. And she puts her own pics on the web, not me.
GottaHurt said:
Oh there's a brilliant statement, being locked up behind bars, is reality.
And I'm sure you think a chatroom is reality, as well. When I say "reality", I mean changing scenery on a daily basis - not looking at the same walls every day.
GottaHurt said:
Makes sense to me, if we buy it, we should own it. Peace through superior firepower.
No such thing as peace. Haven't you figured that out? Even the US isn't stable. But if the US Government is going to waste taxpayer money on a war in some other country for over a year, they might as well own the damn thing. Gas is up to $1.80/gal here. And what for? Because of fear. If we owned the place, it'd go back to below a dollar due to the lack of overhead.
GottaHurt said:
Makes sense, when you walk around in public with your beef in your hands, most rational people will take note.The judge always let's you off though, because he knows that your wife turned your balls into a necklace a long time ago....
The remark is regarding fighting, you dimwit. Just look at my thread regarding being backstabbed by a co-worker. I wasn't even allowed to say anything about it. They just assumed I was guilty and acted accordingly. If I actually was allowed the chance to speak my side whenever an issue arrises, I'd do more.
GottaHurt said:
That's par for the course, you stay up on the curb there skippy. The hard road ain't no place for a Georgia boy. I'm sure they do things a bit different back up in the holler, but we wear shoes here when we step up to the podium.
Read the previous paragraph. And oh yes, I forgot that Georgia is Hickville. But for some odd reason, major companies still like to call GA home. I'll glady step up in this arena, but don't ask me to join a physical fight where everyone points fingers and the innocent get punished for it.