You've all turned into boring, uninteresting people. [smilie=alpaca.gif]

Entertain me. To battle!

I love jinxing the Tigers.

Thats because you look like a tiger.



Punk Bitch.
http://www.lmmfao.com/images/funny-pictures/Angry-baby.jpg

is that what you were looking for e-Ray? You sissy.

You've all turned into boring, uninteresting people. [smilie=alpaca.gif]

Entertain me. To battle!

You're not drunk again, are you? Didn't your mama ever tell you not to mix Natty Light with Listerine?

Oh, wait. You never knew your mama.

Nevermind.

E-Ray's iPod favorite...
http://www.discopia.com/portal/illustrations/issue6/gay-men.jpg

eRay's second favorite website...

http://www.dribbleglass.com/egay/egaylogo1.jpg

http://www.dribbleglass.com/egay/search.htm

Which one are YOU, dirtbag???

http://www.umgym.com/multimedia/photos/2005/seniors/lanoche-eray.jpg

Another Google Image result for "e-ray".

Are you the trans on the left, douchebag?

http://students.syr.edu/ballroom/old%20photos/eray.JPG

It's not fair to pour it all on when I'm away.

Anyhow, quick google of "Denny" brought me this (first image):

http://static.flickr.com/87/256695274_590e22dd7c.jpg

And way to go the Steve way with the "douchebag" comments. I really expected more from you.

It's not fair to pour it all on when I'm away.

I'm sorry, e. Daddy didn't mean to spank your ass so hard. Next time, I'll punch you in the face so you can see it coming. Good night, and sweet dreams.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/parenting/images/300/bw_crying_girl.jpg

Sorry, I just don't feel like retaliating when the best you can come up with is "dirtbag" "douchebag" "eGay" etc... Gutz' post was much more entertaining.

Exactly.

Game. Set. Match.... Denny wins.


Next?

Sorry, I just don't feel like retaliating when the best you can come up with is "dirtbag" "douchebag" "eGay" etc... Gutz' post was much more entertaining.

It's been a while since I beat on someone. But, if you'd like to be the next Steve, so be it.

Then again, this might be a cry for attention. Sitting alone, in your upstairs bedroom (at your parent's house), getting plastered all day long on Jaegermeister, playing Wii and posting garbage when you're not yanking off to that Timberlake lookalike on American Idol.

I understand what it's like to be alone, unwanted, nobody to care for you. You get the feeling that, if you trip and fall in the bathroom, seriously injuring yourself, it could be days before anybody notices the miniscule void that's been created by your absence. Even then, more than likely it's the building super in search of the late rent check.

It's okay, e-ray. That's what this forum is for -- a meeting place for individuals (like Zip) who have nowhere else to go. A virtual waystation for men (and some "women") to pass the time with a semblance of token productivity, to justify their continued existence with meaningless internet banter which, though ultimately useless in acheiving a higher quality of life, does offer a daily reprise from taking one's own life.

I'd like to continue, but I need to finish up on some Photoshop files for a presentation at 1pm. Until then, this will have to do.

Stay alive until I get back. Maybe call that man you met in the bar that day... you know, the one you lied to when you said "Sorry, dude, but I'm straight".

http://img236.imageshack.us/img236/3351/carefreeow7.jpg

I'm the next Steve? You have come up with some of the worst bashing I've seen in a long time. Particularly, the last episode of Carlos Mencia I was forced to sit through.



I like to make unoriginal, uninspiring, and... well, just unfunny rips on people that are extremely tired and overdone in the vein of Carlos Mencia. I can say every single joke I have to say in less than 10 seconds, and repeat them until they're dead.

Signed,
Denny McLain

PS: My parents are brother and sister, and I wish I was contracepted.

It's like I'm sitting through a roast MC'ed by Ned Flanders and Zip Goshboots.

What happens if you type a dirty word, ray? What's going to happen to you if you type a dirty word, ray?

Like bitch.


Oh gosh. You are so unoriginal. I do not think you are funny. You didn't make me cry because you didn't. I am a man.

Shit, what happened to you? You used to be tight... as big as WOD and Gutz in their heyday. But now.....sheeeesh.

You've become "suburbia white".

Maybe I should pick on those cock-sucking cumbuckets System of a Down. You know them -- that band who came out with a song that they apparently stopped writing lyrics for about half way through ("Hypnotize"). For nearly two minutes they just kept repeating themselves over and over and over and over and over. I guess they lost their edge.

Just like you.

McClain:
Ned Flanders can't host a roast. He's dead.

McClain:
Ned Flanders can't host a roast. He's dead.

Go to bed, Zippy, and let the men talk.

Keep talking, Denny. Someday you'll say something intelligent.

God forbid a cartoonist be able to do that.

Would you be one of those "men" Denny, that sit on the computer arguing with someone halfway across the country via his keyboard?
You surely do strike me as one who enjoys "men talking".

Would you be one of those "men" Denny, that sit on the computer arguing with someone halfway across the country via his keyboard?
You surely do strike me as one who enjoys "men talking".

You mean like what you're doing right now?

Don't you have your "Daily Constipational" to do, today? Wow. Talk about somebody with too much time on their sticky hands.

Okay, I have to ask, is this a phony beef or legit?

Wrong place to ask, motherfucker.

[smilie=firing.gif] Glenn

You mean like what you're doing right now?

Don't you have your "Daily Constipational" to do, today? Wow. Talk about somebody with too much time on their sticky hands.

Denny, don't be jealous of my talent.

Why don't you go back to "Man Talk", the kind you're used to, when a man rolls over in bed and asks you for your name and telephone number?

Wrong place to ask, motherfucker.

[smilie=firing.gif] Glenn

Well played, bitch.

Denny, don't be jealous of my talent.

Why don't you go back to "Man Talk", the kind you're used to, when a man rolls over in bed and asks you for your name and telephone number?

I'm not jealous of your talent. Hell, I can do that , too. Watch this:



DENNY'S DAILY CONSTIPATIONAL
by Denny McLain

I allow a certain license to teenage girls with rich daddies -- more often than not, these money pits are not nearly as bright as their "cosmetically challenged" contemporaries (no need). Certainly they look fantastic, but 15 will getcha 20, not to mention their minds are about as emotionally unstable as Helen Keller on a skateboard (extensive WB viewing habits). Still, they're fascinating to observe -- from a distance, of course. The way they flip from happy to tears in 3.5 seconds. The way they love to crack the sound barrier with their speed talking. The way they attempt to make even the most clusterfucked of clothing combination look, well....fashionable. And how about those Foster Grant Ponch shades?
On a guy, stupid. On a hot young chick, fashion forward.
You know 'em if you ever watched a minute of "CHiPs". You remember CHiPs -- the 80's show about the Highway Patrol that was about as accurate as Stevie Wonder with a gun. Suuuure there's a fat cop on a motorcycle. Of course the CHP is allowed to chase bad guys on city streets. And yeah, the CHP does, in fact, own a dirt bike to chase Mr. Evil Dude around the Santa Monica Mountains. That's good stuff, bro. That music. Those conveniently-placed "flip ramps". Those thumbs up freeze frames at the end of each episode. And, getting back to the conversation -- those sunglasses. You see, Ponch had style, albeit a crappy early 1980's kinda flavor. He lived in the Marina, drove a Firebird, and sucked down raw eggs. Back then, THAT was cool. Today? Uh....no. Unless you're a chick, or Lenny Kravitz.
As I stand in line for my java, three girls no older than 17 (each, not collectively) stand before me, curiously unable to make a simple decision of what to order due to their self-absorbtion and interesting tendency to laugh at things that aren't funny (ooooo, look at that carrot cake...Hahahahahaha). Moments passed as they bore through the complexities of ordering three mocha lattes and plowing for their credit cards hidden deep within the cavernous confines of their Louis Vuitton bags (one bag was of festive Christmas decor...please don't tell me she dropped a wad for a bag which can be used only one month out of the year?). As they turned, satisfied with their accomplishments, I noticed one donning a fur scarf, coat, polyester pants, a wide-brimmed hat...and Ponch glasses. Guess she thought she was a superstar. Maybe. I don't watch the WB, so I would not know. What I DID know is that it looked.... incredibly stupid?
Waitaminute. Hold on. Ponch glasses on a chick? That's hot. Isn't it?
One must place the "Ponch Effect" in proper perspective. Foster Grants, when worn as the finishing touch to a fashion ensemble, is more than acceptable. But this was not the case with the girl in question. She wore her Grants as a means of concealment. The oversized hat. The scarf -- on a 75 degree day. The coat. A stunning transformation from "chick chic" to "I got so fucking plowed last night, everything hurts". Really, if I had barked like a dog she would've surely hit the deck in unbearable pain, complete with bleeding ears. A wreck, for sure, attempting in vain the regain her bearings though the magic of coffee.
I found a clear table at the side of the coffeeshop, close to where my buddy Greg and several others had set up camp. I joked about the chick for a brief moment, to a lukewarm response, and then moved on to the work at hand (I'm always drawing). Several minutes later, the trio strutted by (except Little Miss Wasted, who stumbled along with surprising grace). Instantly, Greg broke out in laughter, and the rout was on.
I guess some things are better seen than heard.


See? Easy.

Nice story Denny!
I'm going to have to copy that from the page here and submit it for publication in "Plagiarism Weekly".
I'll let you know what they think, but I like it.

Nope. I wrote it for my website some time ago, so basically I "copy and pasted" myself, 'ol Zippo.

Don't hate....appreciate!

Back to e-ray.... you're a douchbag.[smilie=jefffoster.:

McClain:
Leave eray out of this.
That story you wrote, it's good. Really good.
There's a front page to this website you know, that could use some good writing........

McClain:
Leave eray out of this.
That story you wrote, it's good. Really good.
There's a front page to this website you know, that could use some good writing........

What's with this MANLOVE all off a sudden?!!!!

I belive RealGM is currently looking for their Gay Lifestyle Ombudsman (GLO), if you need a second fake job.

I'm sure Zip has a couple dozen other fake jobs we haven't been told about yet.

Have I ever told you about the time I was Queen of England for a month and a half?

I'm sure Zip has a couple dozen other fake jobs we haven't been told about yet.

I've done some quality research on the net, and this is what I've found under "jobs, 'zip goshboots' "......


Oral Lubricator, The Stinky Cucumber Adult Bar

Milky Protectant Applicator, Stanley's Hot Wax Car Wash

Body Oil Salesman, Hunk's South Beach Towel Rental

Seaman, The Navy

The more you talk about me, the more you want me.

I want you like I want Star Jones nekked in a bath of hot butter.

I played Stairway to Heaven today on my AXE... backwards... inverted... with mittens on. How's that for mad game, beeatch!!!!




Damn... wrong thread. I need coffee