Old school DCUM game: You post something about yourself and we'll tell you what's wrong with you...

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I kind of doubt it since the site you referred to offers only such gems as "My bad", "up yours", "go outside and play", etc. OP has a masters degree while these kinds of reponses indicate a second grade education at best.

The poster said a site "similar" to this one, not indicating the link poster was the site being used, only that it was an example.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:OP here (and I am witty, despite what my jealous detractors say). I have unfortunately been detained at 6 Flags America and will need to rely on my understudies until I return. Please no sidebars.

Ewww, full body sanitze yourself after that trip. Good luck not catching crabs in the water fun area.

[Anonymous]

Body crabs swim? Now you tell me!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:OP here (and I am witty, despite what my jealous detractors say). I have unfortunately been detained at 6 Flags America and will need to rely on my understudies until I return. Please no sidebars.

Ewww, full body sanitze yourself after that trip. Good luck not catching crabs in the water fun area.

Well, I'm back, and the crabs were delish. I am afraid I won't be able to entertain any of the posts about control freakism, toenail polish, soccer coaches, or where I get my inspiration, since they violated the sidebar rule.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Well, I'm back, and the crabs were delish. I am afraid I won't be able to entertain any of the posts about control freakism, toenail polish, soccer coaches, or where I get my inspiration, since they violated the sidebar rule.

Wha?????????????????????

[Anonymous]

Where's the real witty poster (not the controlling poster modestly saying she's witty)?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Where's the real witty poster (not the controlling poster modestly saying she's witty)?

You can trace your obsessive need to rank things, including poster wittiness, to your youth, on those hot summer days your father would berate you for how much better your sister Marjorie handed him the handtools, as you built your treeless tree house. Your therapist continues to remind you that "real" is actually insulting when you're talking about people, but you charge bravely on assigning the human and animal kingdom to the real ones and the also-rans. It is killing your insides to think that anyone would waste their time at the scum-infested Six Flags, when everyone knows only Hershey and Busch Gardens are the real ones. You didn't get crabs from a water park but from Joel Flang, and you already knew that.

[Anonymous]

I knew I could coax you back.

[Anonymous]

My wife hides wine in the toilet basin and thinks I do not know.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Where's the real witty poster (not the controlling poster modestly saying she's witty)?

You can trace your obsessive need to rank things, including poster wittiness, to your youth, on those hot summer days your father would berate you for how much better your sister Marjorie handed him the handtools, as you built your treeless tree house. Your therapist continues to remind you that "real" is actually insulting when you're talking about people, but you charge bravely on assigning the human and animal kingdom to the real ones and the also-rans. It is killing your insides to think that anyone would waste their time at the scum-infested Six Flags, when everyone knows only Hershey and Busch Gardens are the real ones. You didn't get crabs from a water park but from Joel Flang, and you already knew that.

Dude, Joel Flang is hot! http://www.facebook.com/joellindskog

[Anonymous]

I frequently don't understand what other people around me are talking about. The "sidebar rule" is an example.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My wife hides wine in the toilet basin and thinks I do not know.

You are not sure when all the talk about "salvaging the situation" began, but now it seems it is all you hear from Dr. Abrams at his one-on-ones with you. What is the big deal about telling a grown woman who just had twins that her stretched and contorted stomach skin can no longer be ignored by a man with even partial vision, and separate beds might be the best answer, at least until we can get a firm appointment with the plastic surgeon?? Is that too much to ask? Nothing makes sense anymore, except that you are FED UP with the blame game. Your research assistant Trudy doesn't think you're an a-hole at all. She totally gets you, which is saying a lot since she's only 22. Man, that Trudy.

PS: I would recommend not drinking the Santa Christina 2006.

[Anonymous]

I once blocked the loo at my brother in law's house but I let my 5 year old nephew (a notorious loo blocker) take the blame. I have carried this guilt with me ever since.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I once blocked the loo at my brother in law's house but I let my 5 year old nephew (a notorious loo blocker) take the blame. I have carried this guilt with me ever since.

You are from Brick, New Jersey. The spiraling shame that accompanies this birthright has pushed you into increasingly erratic speech patterns to disguise your past, and you pepper all your talk now with "bloodys", "tally ho's", and the difficult to insert "Arse over tit". You have a nephew who is five, but he's your brother Brian's, and he made it pretty clear last year you can't see the kids until you "get your fricken act together." Cheerio!

[Anonymous]

I really enjoy watching Dog the Bounty Hunter.