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I love the fact you can't read.

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I love the fact that you don't get irony.


schizophrenic has volunteered to be my new sig so...ummm....I give you: Schizophrenic, the first human sig

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I love the fact that you don't get irony.

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And I love the fact that nobody is fooled by your lame attempt to cover that you just made an ass of yourself.

It's LABRYNTH, idiot!

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you just made an ass of yourself.

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Oh well, wouldn't be the first time.

Taking a few moments off from your important work poking around the site to see what doesn't work, Emil?

What other fascinating hobbies do you have? Besides figuring out which TW features don't work any more and which posters just made asses of themselves, I mean? There must be more to you than that, surely?


schizophrenic has volunteered to be my new sig so...ummm....I give you: Schizophrenic, the first human sig

and some people still don't realize that you're Strawman.

(Before you make the obvious point: yes, I did suspect you were p2c first.)

It's LABRYNTH, idiot!

I could be wrong on this, but I think thinking everyone who pokes fun at you at TW must be the same person is one of the biggest signs of madness.

According to my world clock, it's very late evening over there in Scandiland. Shouldn't you be in bed already, or at least doing something better than talking to what you believe are alter egos of an English cook on a site called Teenage Wildlife?

schizophrenic has volunteered to be my new sig so...ummm....I give you: Schizophrenic, the first human sig

Isn't it just folly in the end anyway?

Now I'm the ass.

For the record, I'd guess Shelle was Dara before I'd guess she was Strawman.

I have my reasons.

I've pondered that thought, too.

Trying to navigate TW reminds me of what it was like having dial-up service.

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doing something better than talking to what you believe are alter egos of an English cook on a site called Teenage Wildlife?

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You're so right. It was either that, having my nails pulled out, eating a can of worms, or being torn apart by wild horses. In retrospect, I so regret I didn't go for the horse alternative.

It's LABRYNTH, idiot!

Why are you arguing with a Betty Crocker / Martha Stewart wanna-be, Emil?

Trying to navigate TW reminds me of what it was like having dial-up service.