> Trade your red beret for a pink one, it’ll fit you better.
And a yellow one would look great on you.
Alas, all good things must come to an end: today is a busy day for me, and I got lots of things to do.
It’s unfair for me to continue this battle of wits with you, an unarmed man.
And I don’t really enjoy trading abuse with you, either — I can get into trouble with the SPCA for doing that.
So you’ll just have to make do, and abuse yourself. After years of practise you’re probably an expert at that by now.
Just remember don’t do it too often, else your hair will fall out and you will go blind just like your mother said.
Have a great day!
*DieHard*
It is clear that you are a legend in your own mind, and an insignificant one at that.
You use a dozen words in an attempt to convey the meaning of just one, and fail at that.
And you fancy yourself some sort of wit, unfortunately you're only 50 percent of the way to your goal.
Should you have any siblings, get their DNA tested in the event they begin to show the symptoms of early dementia as are clearly manifested in your babblings.
Alas, all good things must come to an end
If true, this assures your immortality, if your good-for-nothing posts are an indicator of whatever passes for a personality within you.
Now once again, with gusto:
Now we're done.