i watched about 5 minutes, he kept calling chinese people chinks. left it open and came back about 3 hours later and he was talking about guys dicks. turned it off.
*GASP* You mean you don’t want to qualify for the copies of all 6 seasons directly to you home? It really must gnaw at Lord Irk to know that his only loyal listeners are us and even we aren’t listening anymore
Well it’s the size of my garage that concerns me so. What with it being complete with a woodstove,it could make cosy quarters for someone down on their luck. A gamble I simply hesitate to take. ;)
Ah, you heed my warning about giving der Dicktard your home address, I see (although he probably thinks he has it anyway). Don’t be lulled into a false sense of security by the promise of free CDs full of Dickipoopoo’s homoerotophobic musings…
I looked at a tiny bit of it, had far more important things to do like clean out my sock drawer. He was babbling about having Gangrene in his gallbladder. I really could not listen and who give a shit anyway? Rick was pacing back and fourth like a caged monkey. I wonder what he was hopped up on, booze? Weed? Pain meds? Mesc or Meth? All of the above?
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Anybody tune in? I didn’t.Waste of time
i watched about 5 minutes, he kept calling chinese people chinks. left it open and came back about 3 hours later and he was talking about guys dicks. turned it off.
and the guy wonders why he has no listeners
Sorry I missed it…well not really.
*GASP* You mean you don’t want to qualify for the copies of all 6 seasons directly to you home? It really must gnaw at Lord Irk to know that his only loyal listeners are us and even we aren’t listening anymore
Well it’s the size of my garage that concerns me so. What with it being complete with a woodstove,it could make cosy quarters for someone down on their luck. A gamble I simply hesitate to take. ;)
Ah, you heed my warning about giving der Dicktard your home address, I see (although he probably thinks he has it anyway). Don’t be lulled into a false sense of security by the promise of free CDs full of Dickipoopoo’s homoerotophobic musings…
I looked at a tiny bit of it, had far more important things to do like clean out my sock drawer. He was babbling about having Gangrene in his gallbladder. I really could not listen and who give a shit anyway? Rick was pacing back and fourth like a caged monkey. I wonder what he was hopped up on, booze? Weed? Pain meds? Mesc or Meth? All of the above?
Who is the spammer?
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