Journal Uma Thurman's Journal: And my work is done 17
The great conservative harrassment experiment has pretty much run its course. I was able to get in a few well-deserved jabs at the goose-step set. Some of them were annoyed so much that they decided to start a mod-bombing campaign against me and those who posted in my journal.
So, I'm declaring that this little experiment is over. I am satisfied that I proved quite conclusively that conservatives would kill you if they could.
I have a new project underway, which will further expose these little fascists for what they are. Unfortunately for my fans, the progress of this project will not be public until it is complete. When it's done, perhaps in some months' time, I will reveal all the details in this journal.
Hugs and kisses too all on my freaks list. I couldn't have done it without you.
Best wishes. (Score:2)
Best wishes on your new project.
is whatever it is possibly worth it? (Score:2)
Pot, Meet Kettle (Score:2)
Re:Pot, Meet Kettle (Score:1)
Re:Pot, Meet Kettle (Score:2)
word from a freak. (Score:2)
Haha. (Score:2)
I notice that you gave up on me weeks ago.
I think you started losing when I argued using something called "facts" and you quickly degenerated into slurs.
Like I said before, Game On.
Re:Haha. (Score:1)
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Conservatives? (Score:1)
This experiment of yours has only one flaw. You consider these few meatheads to be representative of all conservatives. I thought you libs were against generalizations. ;)
I'm just pokin' fun. You seem too worried about your mod points and mod-bombing and your /. status, etc...don't worry about it. Contribute in a reasoned, low voice and let the mod system do its thing. After all, the one example of mod-bombing you were complaining about was quickly remedied by getting modded back up, right? The system wo
Re:Conservatives? (Score:2)
As Andrew Dice Clay once said, you're 10 seconds away from the most embarrasing moment in your life. Then he blew his load on her face as mom and pop walked in the room. Would you like a napkin?
Bush is just not that kind of guy to have sex that the rest of us can adore. He drops his bird size loads where? In neatly folded dinner napkins. Watch out, Mr. Putin, with what nap