i agree with cutting pubes
makes my dick look bigger
i want ladies so think i have a massive dick

Considering you were born in 1974, I don't think you quite qualify to call me, born in 1983 "son" since you would have had to be spunking it up aged 9, not to mention you would have had to have had, y'know... sex! Ha!

As it happens I don't have time travel capabilities either, but it just also happens to be that you don't need them to listen to music from was composed previous to your birth. You may, for instance, have heard of such wonders of technology as the vinyl disc which allows one to reproduce sounds recorded previously on a new-fangled device known commonly as a gramophone.

Also, since these pieces were composed and carefully written down as sheet music, it remains entirely possible for people born after the composition to recreate the music in the fashion intended by the composer (albeit with a little live interpretation, which only adds to the individuality of each performance) through a practise known as "playing a musical instrument".



Is a false statement, or at least incomplete, since you are clearly not only not interested in anything outside your lifespan, but also anything outside your current caged mind-set du jour.

your a student arnt you?
get a job

Ha! Irony at its finest.



I don't think you really do want to meet me, in fact it seems you repeatedly refuse to meet anyone from the Internet. I can understand that since we're not even real people, so what would be the point of trying to meet us anyway? You'd obviously only end up going to some train station to sit around all day and find that all the people who said they were going to meet you there don't turn up because they're just a collection of pixels and code on the Teh server.

Moving on to knocking some "sence up in yo head" you are demonstrating once again that if anyone needs some knocking to get some sense in their head, it is you. It is quite obvious that you cannot even construct a valid sentence without revealing your intellect to be approximately equivalent to that of a 4 year old. Certainly I have seen four-year-olds who can more adequately express their opinions.



What criteria must something meet before is becomes obscure and specific? If house music isn't obscure or specific, then I'm pretty damn sure that taking apart computers isn't since there are, almost certainly, more people who are into the latter than than the former.

I win, again!

You blatantly missed the subtle undertone of my message, which, to spell it out, suggested that you cut you cock off. Try going back to my original post, reading it again and seeing if you can figure out how it was I tried to imply that is what you should do from my words...

As for making your dick look bigger - I'm not sure you could be a much bigger dick, since it seems like you're already putting maximal effort into attaining massive-dick status as it is. Have you really got that much more to give and, if so, can you go do it somewhere else?

do one
over bloated reply
typical geek lenghty lame over typed crap inane book writing paragraphs
/yawn/ and boring

C'est faux, tabarnac! Je ne suis pas une étudiant!

 

Je travail temps plein pour une compagnie du recherche en marketing, tu grande tête-carre!

i dont do french

Yes, but I win!

DYS?

Dude, you don't do English...

look
do one
die today
die soon

I'm sorry, but because of your inability to properly express your mangled thoughts through the medium of textual representation of ideas and emotions on the virtual medium that is the Internet, I seem to have lost your plot (if there ever was one). Hence, I must ask:

 

"do one what?"

 

Oh and regarding the "die today, die soon" stuff - that isn't very nice is it? I don't like you, but I didn't tell you to go die. Cutting your cock off would suffice, or your nutsack, one way or the other as long as your seed does not propagate.

look fuck off

Make me!

i said that cause i cant make you fuck off
its the internet its not real

ooh well i got him to fuck off with my internet not-real will power

 

bye bye spinning twats

Indeed. That being the entire point. We can't make you fuck off and neither can you make us fuck off. I'm reasonably happy to accept that, we'll see how you manage.



Deary me. Having early told you not to bother repeating yourself, I'll simply muse over how long one would have to keep this up before you are forced to acknowledge that the Internet is as real as it gets, particularly for you, baby!

Oh, tara! Where are you going?

reply reply and the replys keep on coming

your leaving do one