🚀 go-pugleaf

In article <1992Jan23.213157.21100@watserv1.waterloo.edu>, 
L. Stewart -- IS Office 1058 writes:

He's back, he's white;

He pens the worst limericks in the net, and doesn't know when to
quit!

"L. Stewart. The dweeb with no clue. Coming soon to a workstation
near you!"

> Whilst lurking about in bizarre
> Dac saw his name writ from afar
> And limper than D'arcy is cool
> He threw down his play thing of stool
> And squeaked like a bug in a jar

Ghods.

		Inciting his neuron to fire,
		Ol' Stewart, alight like a pyre,
			rolled over, played dead,
			tried humping my leg
		a victim of noxious desire.

> You poor fraud of a human dac, I have made fun of you on
> a few occasions in bizarre and you leap like a frog on a
> hotplate. 

Mangled metaphor to your rescue, huh?  Not even a nice try,
Stewart, you dumb fuck.  Post, and you instantly light up the
area with AI 'target' warnings, and miscellaneous fool-language-
detector hits! You're an ambulatory disaster area. You should be
considered a no-man's-land in the topology of the net. If your
posting privileges were to be spontaneously withdrawn, the net
wouldn't give a fuck.

You aren't bizarre.

You aren't a flamer.

You aren't capable of being anything but a target for derision.

> to such an obscene degree that you fail to recognize the utter   
> contempt you inspire. Trish toys with you, bis the evil wiener
> outclasses you and even D'arcy the mock human loaf makes you look
> dim and ghod knows he's a fuckling rocket scientologist.

Whine away, little man. Your collection of Dacian hate-mail must
be gargantuan for you to come up with so many data-points, eh?
Precisely three. Trish, Bis, and Darcy. All of them flamers, and
all of them irrelevant to this tiresome charade of mis-poetic
misandry that you're so ineptly engaged in.

> Suck lard pinkboy.

Is that an anagram of your streetname, or just random vomit?

Dac
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