:our libation insult was cute but as you have preconceived notions about everyone on this board your comments only serve to reinforce you insecurities and arrogance as well as the lack of knowledge about me or anyone else who posts here. Not everything or everyone is always as you perceive them to be.:
Actually my libation line was not an insult. I made a grammatical error in one of my recent posts, and someone here kindly pointed it out to me. I then promised that I would repent (metanoia) in dust and ashes and then offer libations for a day or so. Thus no insult was intended, Dave, my friend.
What is this I read? An admission of imperfection by Duns the Scot? I am micro impressed. I must admit that I did not privy myself to the thread where you made your grammatical error that resulted in your cyber offering of pretend beverages. One might think you are going a little soft on all us demon fornicating apostates. How embarrassing that must have been for you to show that little spec of being a real live person. I have to admit I made my assumption concerning the possible insult based on previous posts by you and now I see that my assumption might have been made in error. If so, I apologize. In my defense I had decided to ignore your written lectures after I glanced over your insensitive assault on the Silent Lamb issue. As a result I haven't kept up with the latest big boy vocabulary lessons you give in the way of the gobbledygook insertions of "Life according to Duns the Scot." I'm just wondering if your real purpose of being on this board is being compromised in some way or you are slowly coming to the conclusion that we are all not as simpleminded as you might have thought. There's not a tiny sliver of warm fuzzy light coming through a crack in that impenetrable wall you have built around yourself is there? The boys aren't going to like that you know.
Doubt that you have noticed but I have not had a posting volley with you since you ignored my post one the psychological insecurities of your philosophical champion Mr. Soren Kierkegaard. I was disappointed. That impudent product of an overbearing psychopathic father and spewer of Playdough logic is one of my favorite topics. I even felt myself caring for a second about what you really thought. I had to slap myself back to reality and recall the theory of pissing into the wind to keep me from responding to one of your later posts.
Now, since I'm really not your brotha and the chances of us becoming friends is as good as Janet Reno winning the Miss America Pageant lets bid each other ado. I won't try and embarrass myself by playing big word Jeopardy with you by responding to your posts and you don't try and be Ms. Launders to my Leave it to Beaver spelling errors by responding to mine. I would like to leave an option open to discussion if you ever venture into my world of expertise, but in the sprit of the game I'm going to let you guess what that is.
Until then, I'll just have to limit my conversations on this board to playing with my friends and making lustful comments about Sandra Bullock.
Just pretend I'm not here and I'll do the same for you.
