Stuff:
Ahhh...I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again...
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
It resembles English, but I can't understand a word you're typing.
I can see your point, but I still think you're full of it.
I'm already visualizing the duct tape all over your keyboard.
I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view though few of us would dare try to stick our heads up our rears.
The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're misunderstood.
Any connection between your reality and reality is purely coincidental.
What am I? Flypaper for extremists!?
And your cry baby whiny-butt opinion would be...?
Sarcasm is just one more gratuity I offer.
I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.
Too many freaks, not enough circuses.
Credit anon.
