So tell us, Carl.
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<snip "Bobbletits", FOT, "I am coming to get you!" how childish and idiotic. No more words Carl. No more of your posturing and your empty threats. Either show the courage to get up and come after what you really want, or be known to all who read this as the coward you truly are — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "God bless those Pagans"- Homer Simpson
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Then shut the fuck up about it. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ Temper, temper, temper. You need to learn to control your temper. One of these days those veins are going to pop right out of your head.
You need to shut up or that dick is going to pop right out of your mouth — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "If we are here to help others, exactly what are others here for?"- George Carlin
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<snip "Bobbletits", FOT, "I am coming to get you!" how childish and idiotic. No more words Carl. No more of your posturing and your empty threats. Either show the courage to get up and come after what you really want, or be known to all who read this as the coward you truly are
Dance faster, FatBoy. The sweat is starting to pool by your feet. It smells like ketones. Better get your blood sugar checked… How’s that eye, by the way? Carl N O T E: Your ass has just been kicked courtesy of de Valois
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Then shut the fuck up about it. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™
Temper, temper, temper. You need to learn to control your temper. One of these days those veins are going to pop right out of your head.
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Then shut the fuck up about it. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ Temper, temper, temper. You need to learn to control your temper. One of these days those veins are going to pop right out of your head.
Good. P
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Then shut the fuck up about it. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ Temper, temper, temper. You need to learn to control your temper. One of these days those veins are going to pop right out of your head.
I wanna see! Eww! Kewl!
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I can smell fear in your words, Bobbletits. You’re so scared, you can’t even think straight anymore. I o3n you, outright. If I wanted a piece of you, for heaven’s sake, why wouldn’t I have done it when I was in the plains? <g Unlike you, I believe in the laws of this great country. I believe in casting my fate to the processes that make it possible for me to live freely in this world: the courts and the law. That’s why I took the trip that I did. That’s why I’ve worked hard to ensure that ALL you have will be questioned, probed, and finally, taken away from you. You took me on. You lost, and you have no one, NO ONE, but yourself to blame. Sweat, Davey. It’s about the only way you can lose weight, FatBoy. See you in court! Um….unless you want to beg for my mercy? Never know…I might give it… Carl N O T E: Your ass has just been ignored into flopsweat courtesy of de Valois – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – So tell us, Carl, what was it like when jules rejected you? Was it like every other time a woman has turned her back on you in your life? Did it hurt you to know that yet another girl had seen for what you were and sent you packing? You know, jules is a very attractive, intelligent, and talented woman.Definitely not the type who would have the time of day for you (though she will say something contrary to this out of sympathy). I am sure she has long since found someone else while you remain condemned to your solitary existence. Do you ever think about her being in the arms another man? Do you ever consider what she is doing with him and not doing with you? Just like your ex-wife, those girls at LeHigh, and every other woman who has ever had the misfortune to cross your path she has exchanged you for a real man to share her love and the carnal delights of her mind and her body. Yes, it pangs you Carl, to know that these women refuse to see how perfect and wonderful you are. It infuriates you that I have had a wonderful selection of woman flesh over the course of my life and that I am spending my life a woman the caliber of which you do not even dare to fantasize about while you suffer through your cold and lonely existence. Oh yes, it makes you angry. You want to punish every woman who has slighted you and rejected you. Just as your friend De Salvo told you through your Ouija board, you have the right to punish them for the way they have treated you, the Great Carl Salonen. You think you have the right to strike back at them in revenge. You want to punish me as well. That is why you verbally attack me.Every time you call me "fot" or "bobbletits" or any of your other stupid and childish sobriquets, you are really saying "It is not fair that you get all of these things and I remain alone and unnoticed." You are frustrated that I drinking the sweet wine of life while you are licking piss out of the gutter. You denigrate my beautiful wife to make yourself feel better about having to curl up with your right hand at night. You make up wild stories about her being fake or "just wanting a green card" to assuage your loneliness. You are declaring to all of us that you know the best future you can hope for is a quick end to your life and your misery and the worst is continuing to be the laughable pariah that you truly are. Remember what you told the doctors your mommy used to do to you when you were bad? That made you hate girls, didn’t it? And every time another one spurns you it proves you are right to feel this way. So unfortunate that you have become so repulsive that you have to prowl for victims in the Internet. You have to pretend to be someone who is far more than you can ever dream to be just to lure them in. You have to kiss their asses when they show you the smallest kindness and try to build yourself up in their eyes with cowardly baiting of your betters. And yet, even at that, you fail. Once they get to know you, well, there is no you anymore. This has to frustrate you to no end. It makes you want go out and break something. To get even for this unfairness. You are nothing but a sad little man. A microbe in the teeming morass of New York. No one, nothing, as insignificant as anyone can be and still exist. I have everything you want and will never have, Carl. I have love, success, a family, a wonderful woman- and you hate me for it. I have made you angry now. You are going to call me names. You are going to say horrible things about my wonderful lady. You are going to giggle and cackle with your moron friends over your playground hatefulness. But what you really want to do is come and kill me. You can just feel my throat in your hands. You can smell my blood running out on the floor. You want to hit me with that table leg. You really want to get on that airplane and come get me, don’t you? Then come to me, Carl. Come to me and make done with this. Get me out of your way and make my reality stop interfering with your psychosis. Enough empty words, do what you want to do. I am waiting, Carl. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "God bless those Pagans"- Homer Simpson
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If Carl has had the same problems with servers as I’ve had this past week, he may not even have seen it yet. Don’t get your exercise jumping to conclusions, David.
"This message brought to you by Jani. Jani- she’s better than you in every way."
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If Carl has had the same problems with servers as I’ve had this past week, he may not even have seen it yet. Maybe, he’s ignoring it.
He’s been busy, and I doubt he’s even had time to download the ngs yet. Don’t get your exercise jumping to conclusions, David. Aw, let him, Jani. It’s the ony exercise he gets.
*smile* Did you catch ren’s posts? There’s a bit of a Great Unsaid going on there. Jani
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*smile* Did you catch ren’s posts? There’s a bit of a Great Unsaid going on there. Jani
Why that goes without saying. Pardon my Witchcraft, please. 
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Hahahahaaaaaa!!! Zephy snaps her sparkling painted fingers and reveals what Talesin-The FatBoy of Whinecrap really said.. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -So I’ll tell you, Carl, what was it is like when women reject me. What it is like every time a woman has turned her back on me in my life? Did it hurt me to know that yet another girl had seen me for what Iam and sent me packing? You know, jules is a very attractive, intelligent, and talented woman.Definitely not the type who would have the time of day for me (and she will say nothing contrary to this out of sympathy). I am sure she has long since found someone else while I remain condemned to my solitary existence. Do I ever think about her being in the arms another man? Do I ever consider what she is doing with him and not doing with me? Just like my ex-wife, those girls at LeHigh, and every other woman who has ever had the misfortune to cross my path she has exchanged me for a real man to share her love and the carnal delights of her mind and her body. Yes, it pangs me, Carl, to know that these women refuse to see how perfect and wonderful I think I am. It infuriates me that I have never had a wonderful selection of woman flesh over the course of my life and that I am spending my life without a woman the caliber of which I do not even dare to fantasize about while I suffer through my cold and lonely existence. Oh yes, it makes me angry. I want to punish every woman who has slighted me and rejected me. Just as my imaginary friend told me through my Ouija board, I have the right to punish them for the way they have treated me, the Great Talesin. I think I have the right to strike back at them in revenge. I want to punish you as well. Everytime you verbally attack me.Every time you call me "fot" or "bobbletits" or any of your other accurate and insightful descriptions, you are saying "It is true that I deserve nothing and I remain alone and unnoticed." Iam frustrated that you are drinking the sweet wine of life while I are licking piss out of the gutter. I denigrate you beautiful life to make myself feel better about having to curl up withmy right hand at night. I make up wild stories about Lene but it’s fake. I would be happy even if she "just wanting a green card" to assuage my desperate loneliness. I am declaring to all of you that I know the best future I could ever hope for is a quick end to my life and my misery and the worst is continuing to be the laughable pariah that I truly am. I remember what I told the doctors my mommy used to do to me when I was bad? That made me hate girls, didn’t it? And every time another one spurns me it proves I am right to feel this way. So unfortunate that me have become so repulsive that I have to prowl for victims in the Internet. I have to pretend to be someone who is far more than I can ever dream to be just to lure them in. I have to kiss their asses when they show you the smallest kindness and try to build myself up in their eyes with cowardly baiting of my betters. And yet, even at that, I fail. Once they get to know me, well, there is no me anymore. This frustrates me to no end. It makes me want go out and break something. To get even for this unfairness. I am nothing but a sad little man. A microbe in the teeming morass of a hell hole city. No one, nothing, as insignificant as anyone can be and still exist. I have nothing I want and will never have, Carl. I will never have love, success, a family, a wonderful woman- and I hate you for it. You have made me angry now. I are going to call you names. I am going to say horrible things about your wonderful ladys. I are going to gobble and cram food into my moron face over my pathetic helpless-ness. But what I really want to do is come and kill you. I can just feel your throat in my hands. I can smell your blood running out on the floor. I want to hit youwith that table leg. I really want to get on that airplane and come get you, I do.. But I am too fat to fit in an airplane seat. So’ come to me, Carl. Come to me and make done with this. Get me out of my misery and make my reality stop fit with my psychosis. Enough empty words, I can’t do what you want to do. I am waiting, Carl.
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*smile* Did you catch ren’s posts? There’s a bit of a Great Unsaid going on there. Jani Why that goes without saying. Pardon my Witchcraft, please.
Then shut the fuck up about it. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "God bless those Pagans"- Homer Simpson
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*smile* Did you catch ren’s posts? There’s a bit of a Great Unsaid going on there. Jani Why that goes without saying. Pardon my Witchcraft, please. Then shut the fuck up about it.
Very good self control Davie Gravy … not You just lost
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If Carl has had the same problems with servers as I’ve had this past week, he may not even have seen it yet. Don’t get your exercise jumping to conclusions, David. Jani – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – As I anticipated you have made no response. I can see you choking on your anger and desire for violence as you struggle to keep yourself from posting something that will get you into more trouble than you are already in. My guess is that you will wait for your moronic friends to start posting their nasty little replies and then hop on their coattails as you usually do when you are almost out of control. Why not just be done with it, "I, de Salvo?" Come and get me. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "God bless those Pagans"- Homer Simpson
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Hell, that’s the only exercise fotass gets!
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – If Carl has had the same problems with servers as I’ve had this past week, he may not even have seen it yet. Don’t get your exercise jumping to conclusions, David. Jani As I anticipated you have made no response. I can see you choking on your anger and desire for violence as you struggle to keep yourself from posting something that will get you into more trouble than you are already in. My guess is that you will wait for your moronic friends to start posting their nasty little replies and then hop on their coattails as you usually do when you are almost out of control. Why not just be done with it, "I, de Salvo?" Come and get me. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "God bless those Pagans"- Homer Simpson
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As I anticipated you have made no response. I can see you choking on your anger and desire for violence as you struggle to keep yourself from posting something that will get you into more trouble than you are already in. My guess is that you will wait for your moronic friends to start posting their nasty little replies and then hop on their coattails as you usually do when you are almost out of control. Why not just be done with it, "I, de Salvo?" Come and get me. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "God bless those Pagans"- Homer Simpson
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This is that projection you and Carl were discussing recently. Nothing new to those who know him, though…….
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – You are such a fucking freak. So tell us, Carl, what was it like when jules rejected you? Was it like every other time a woman has turned her back on you in your life? Did it hurt you to know that yet another girl had seen for what you were and sent you packing? You know, jules is a very attractive, intelligent, and talented woman.Definitely not the type who would have the time of day for you (though she will say something contrary to this out of sympathy). I am sure she has long since found someone else while you remain condemned to your solitary existence. Do you ever think about her being in the arms another man? Do you ever consider what she is doing with him and not doing with you? Just like your ex-wife, those girls at LeHigh, and every other woman who has ever had the misfortune to cross your path she has exchanged you for a real man to share her love and the carnal delights of her mind and her body. Yes, it pangs you Carl, to know that these women refuse to see how perfect and wonderful you are. It infuriates you that I have had a wonderful selection of woman flesh over the course of my life and that I am spending my life a woman the caliber of which you do not even dare to fantasize about while you suffer through your cold and lonely existence. Oh yes, it makes you angry. You want to punish every woman who has slighted you and rejected you. Just as your friend De Salvo told you through your Ouija board, you have the right to punish them for the way they have treated you, the Great Carl Salonen. You think you have the right to strike back at them in revenge. You want to punish me as well. That is why you verbally attack me.Every time you call me "fot" or "bobbletits" or any of your other stupid and childish sobriquets, you are really saying "It is not fair that you get all of these things and I remain alone and unnoticed." You are frustrated that I drinking the sweet wine of life while you are licking piss out of the gutter. You denigrate my beautiful wife to make yourself feel better about having to curl up with your right hand at night. You make up wild stories about her being fake or "just wanting a green card" to assuage your loneliness. You are declaring to all of us that you know the best future you can hope for is a quick end to your life and your misery and the worst is continuing to be the laughable pariah that you truly are. Remember what you told the doctors your mommy used to do to you when you were bad? That made you hate girls, didn’t it? And every time another one spurns you it proves you are right to feel this way. So unfortunate that you have become so repulsive that you have to prowl for victims in the Internet. You have to pretend to be someone who is far more than you can ever dream to be just to lure them in. You have to kiss their asses when they show you the smallest kindness and try to build yourself up in their eyes with cowardly baiting of your betters. And yet, even at that, you fail. Once they get to know you, well, there is no you anymore. This has to frustrate you to no end. It makes you want go out and break something. To get even for this unfairness. You are nothing but a sad little man. A microbe in the teeming morass of New York. No one, nothing, as insignificant as anyone can be and still exist. I have everything you want and will never have, Carl. I have love, success, a family, a wonderful woman- and you hate me for it. I have made you angry now. You are going to call me names. You are going to say horrible things about my wonderful lady. You are going to giggle and cackle with your moron friends over your playground hatefulness. But what you really want to do is come and kill me. You can just feel my throat in your hands. You can smell my blood running out on the floor. You want to hit me with that table leg. You really want to get on that airplane and come get me, don’t you? Then come to me, Carl. Come to me and make done with this. Get me out of your way and make my reality stop interfering with your psychosis. Enough empty words, do what you want to do. I am waiting, Carl. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "God bless those Pagans"- Homer Simpson — Looking upward, we contemplate the signs in the heavens; looking down we examine the lines of the earth. Since in this way man comes to resemble heaven and earth, he is not in conflict with them. – Ta Chuan
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So tell us, Carl, what was it like when jules rejected you? Was it like every other time a woman has turned her back on you in your life? Did it hurt you to know that yet another girl had seen for what you were and sent you packing? You know, jules is a very attractive, intelligent, and talented woman.Definitely not the type who would have the time of day for you (though she will say something contrary to this out of sympathy). I am sure she has long since found someone else while you remain condemned to your solitary existence. Do you ever think about her being in the arms another man? Do you ever consider what she is doing with him and not doing with you? Just like your ex-wife, those girls at LeHigh, and every other woman who has ever had the misfortune to cross your path she has exchanged you for a real man to share her love and the carnal delights of her mind and her body. Yes, it pangs you Carl, to know that these women refuse to see how perfect and wonderful you are. It infuriates you that I have had a wonderful selection of woman flesh over the course of my life and that I am spending my life a woman the caliber of which you do not even dare to fantasize about while you suffer through your cold and lonely existence. Oh yes, it makes you angry. You want to punish every woman who has slighted you and rejected you. Just as your friend De Salvo told you through your Ouija board, you have the right to punish them for the way they have treated you, the Great Carl Salonen. You think you have the right to strike back at them in revenge. You want to punish me as well. That is why you verbally attack me.Every time you call me "fot" or "bobbletits" or any of your other stupid and childish sobriquets, you are really saying "It is not fair that you get all of these things and I remain alone and unnoticed." You are frustrated that I drinking the sweet wine of life while you are licking piss out of the gutter. You denigrate my beautiful wife to make yourself feel better about having to curl up with your right hand at night. You make up wild stories about her being fake or "just wanting a green card" to assuage your loneliness. You are declaring to all of us that you know the best future you can hope for is a quick end to your life and your misery and the worst is continuing to be the laughable pariah that you truly are. Remember what you told the doctors your mommy used to do to you when you were bad? That made you hate girls, didn’t it? And every time another one spurns you it proves you are right to feel this way. So unfortunate that you have become so repulsive that you have to prowl for victims in the Internet. You have to pretend to be someone who is far more than you can ever dream to be just to lure them in. You have to kiss their asses when they show you the smallest kindness and try to build yourself up in their eyes with cowardly baiting of your betters. And yet, even at that, you fail. Once they get to know you, well, there is no you anymore. This has to frustrate you to no end. It makes you want go out and break something. To get even for this unfairness. You are nothing but a sad little man. A microbe in the teeming morass of New York. No one, nothing, as insignificant as anyone can be and still exist. I have everything you want and will never have, Carl. I have love, success, a family, a wonderful woman- and you hate me for it. I have made you angry now. You are going to call me names. You are going to say horrible things about my wonderful lady. You are going to giggle and cackle with your moron friends over your playground hatefulness. But what you really want to do is come and kill me. You can just feel my throat in your hands. You can smell my blood running out on the floor. You want to hit me with that table leg. You really want to get on that airplane and come get me, don’t you? Then come to me, Carl. Come to me and make done with this. Get me out of your way and make my reality stop interfering with your psychosis. Enough empty words, do what you want to do. I am waiting, Carl. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "God bless those Pagans"- Homer Simpson
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You are such a fucking freak. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – So tell us, Carl, what was it like when jules rejected you? Was it like every other time a woman has turned her back on you in your life? Did it hurt you to know that yet another girl had seen for what you were and sent you packing? You know, jules is a very attractive, intelligent, and talented woman.Definitely not the type who would have the time of day for you (though she will say something contrary to this out of sympathy). I am sure she has long since found someone else while you remain condemned to your solitary existence. Do you ever think about her being in the arms another man? Do you ever consider what she is doing with him and not doing with you? Just like your ex-wife, those girls at LeHigh, and every other woman who has ever had the misfortune to cross your path she has exchanged you for a real man to share her love and the carnal delights of her mind and her body. Yes, it pangs you Carl, to know that these women refuse to see how perfect and wonderful you are. It infuriates you that I have had a wonderful selection of woman flesh over the course of my life and that I am spending my life a woman the caliber of which you do not even dare to fantasize about while you suffer through your cold and lonely existence. Oh yes, it makes you angry. You want to punish every woman who has slighted you and rejected you. Just as your friend De Salvo told you through your Ouija board, you have the right to punish them for the way they have treated you, the Great Carl Salonen. You think you have the right to strike back at them in revenge. You want to punish me as well. That is why you verbally attack me.Every time you call me "fot" or "bobbletits" or any of your other stupid and childish sobriquets, you are really saying "It is not fair that you get all of these things and I remain alone and unnoticed." You are frustrated that I drinking the sweet wine of life while you are licking piss out of the gutter. You denigrate my beautiful wife to make yourself feel better about having to curl up with your right hand at night. You make up wild stories about her being fake or "just wanting a green card" to assuage your loneliness. You are declaring to all of us that you know the best future you can hope for is a quick end to your life and your misery and the worst is continuing to be the laughable pariah that you truly are. Remember what you told the doctors your mommy used to do to you when you were bad? That made you hate girls, didn’t it? And every time another one spurns you it proves you are right to feel this way. So unfortunate that you have become so repulsive that you have to prowl for victims in the Internet. You have to pretend to be someone who is far more than you can ever dream to be just to lure them in. You have to kiss their asses when they show you the smallest kindness and try to build yourself up in their eyes with cowardly baiting of your betters. And yet, even at that, you fail. Once they get to know you, well, there is no you anymore. This has to frustrate you to no end. It makes you want go out and break something. To get even for this unfairness. You are nothing but a sad little man. A microbe in the teeming morass of New York. No one, nothing, as insignificant as anyone can be and still exist. I have everything you want and will never have, Carl. I have love, success, a family, a wonderful woman- and you hate me for it. I have made you angry now. You are going to call me names. You are going to say horrible things about my wonderful lady. You are going to giggle and cackle with your moron friends over your playground hatefulness. But what you really want to do is come and kill me. You can just feel my throat in your hands. You can smell my blood running out on the floor. You want to hit me with that table leg. You really want to get on that airplane and come get me, don’t you? Then come to me, Carl. Come to me and make done with this. Get me out of your way and make my reality stop interfering with your psychosis. Enough empty words, do what you want to do. I am waiting, Carl. — Talesin- The Bad Boy of Witchcraft ™ ICQ 86535317 AIM Tales1n http://home.kc.rr.com/pendragonsloft "God bless those Pagans"- Homer Simpson
– Looking upward, we contemplate the signs in the heavens; looking down we examine the lines of the earth. Since in this way man comes to resemble heaven and earth, he is not in conflict with them. – Ta Chuan
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