I'm fine, ta.
Hoisted by my own petard there. I was just reading one of your posts which was finished off with a flush of fantasy.
The silly thing is, I even saw it coming...
I find it fascinating. Really I do.
So much anger, vitriole, incoherence, abuse, hypocrisy, defensiveness, insecurity and short-tempered angst for such a long period of time all wrapped up in one fiery ball.
I'm sure you're lovely, really.
Nibble's existence defies explanation, rational thought and reasoned justification. The same can be said of the spaghetti junction-like lack of coherent clarity that passes for his 'mind'. He is an existential paradox performing a reversal of so many inverse and incompatible criticisms of...
'Bystanders?' Pah!
I think the word you're looking for is HECKLERS.
That's why you've got no Pringles left, you've tossed them all at the main players form your comfy sofa...
:smugasthedrivensnow:
Yeah, I know I didn't. I just merely wanted to keep everyone focussed on the real topic of this thread, and not be side-tracked by mere details like 'what were the fireworks all about?'
If you want to find that out, start a new thread.
Go for it.
The thread is flagging as you seem to have calmed down to the rage of 'intolerable lion having a bad hair day being towelled flicked by insufferable monkeys'. We need it back up to the level of 'f***ing nuclear, you ****' soon - or this thread might DIE.
• Ripping your own shirt to blag a T-shirt from me.
• Poncing prizes.
• Kidding everyone you're cycling around Cuba for a voluntary cheridee, when you're really circling around Koba for a vodka and cherryade.
• Promising you'd never sing Bo' Rap or Afternoon Delight in my vicinity again
• Etc...