I have no desire for a discussion with you, real-time or otherwise. And I want no more profile messages from you either. None. With your multiple sock puppets over the past year you had ample opportunity to offer an apology with an explanation, but you never did. Too little, too late.

Just leave me be, and I'll do the same for you. So just to be clear: NO more profile messages. You're back, and I've accepted that, but I will not tolerate any more discussions with you on my profile - or yours, for that matter. In other words, you have sent your last profile message to me, and this is my last profile message to you as well.

Over and out.

In reply to this comment by choggie:
I apologize for taking you through the ringer and would hope that we could have a civil, real-time discussion concerning the obvious grudge you continue to hold. Now that I am able to defend and explain my motivations and actions, I would hope that you would afford me this request, and consider my explanation.

Killer blue script, by the way-

I apologize for taking you through the ringer and would hope that we could have a civil, real-time discussion concerning the obvious grudge you continue to hold. Now that I am able to defend and explain my motivations and actions, I would hope that you would afford me this request, and consider my explanation.

Killer blue script, by the way-

Did you know that poor man who died had a twin brother? Also armless.

He was so grief-struck over his brother's death that he wanted to honor his service to the church.

So he applied for the now vacant position of bell ringer.

Unfortunately, the same thing happened. Tripped and fell to his death.

Same guy cradled his head. Same woman asked who it was.

"I don't know his name, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."

Her voice is a dead ringer for Nina Hartley. Especially when she's pissed.

I think most of us understand that these conservative dimwits are not representative of the entire country, but that doesn't mean that these ugly, obviously prevalent lines of thought shouldn't be exposed and confronted. I'm more than happy to see American idiots put through the ringer. Same goes for Israel.

Viral? The girl is a dead ringer for the woman who performs the part of Princess Jasmine over in the Aladdin Musical at Disney Cali. The lady in the Hawkingmobile performs in it too.

ps. Got dragged into it by friends and their rugrats. Hated every minute. Honest. True story.

A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad man
Chest bucked out with your head wide open
Hopin, to spot, a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
of the OK Corral, Cowboy style
From the Quarters on down to Colorado's
Big niggaz from uptown, ridin into Tahoe's
Saloon settin, kids is walkin round
drinkin whiskey and scotch, strictly out of shotglasses
Lookin screwfaced at the next nigga who passes
There's women in garter belts and ciggarettes
And on the side there's the price game
Niggaz is playin the price game
Indian Red, was bangin niggaz in the head
With his man Apache Joe, they take your money off the floor
They side-bettin for a better, they makin cheddar
That tribal shit is work ya sound the wompom drums
Cause my Indian man'sll break your great dick, UHH
Walk in the New York terrority
On the back of a tree, there's a picture of me
It says I'm lawless, flawless, a hustler plus gun rustler
Wanted in Carolina, for sellin some of New York's finer
Marshal Cooper say he want me, Marshal Cooper gotta get me
Marshal Cooper say beat me, Marshal Cooper better wet me
I gather alla y'all, all of my trusted men
All of my baddest niggaz, niggaz that's quickest with the triggers
There's distrubin news on the wire
That my dome piece is done sent to piece out for hire
I ain't goin down over no money exchange
You late for say I, who reigns as King of the Range?
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack your vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind...
Meanwhile saloon settin is back to full swing
Bar's gettin money people doin they thing
There's strictly Boss Players with this kid named Minnesota
As women start to fill up, turn the notch on the grill up
And add mo' stakes to the house banks for gamblers
Half-pipes to scramblers, and free for Wild Cowboys
You never bring decoys if you wanna make real nouse
The bigger the stick, the bigger the fire
I never hit a man in the back, a coward acts like that
Lay out my black hat cause I feel like the bad man
Who on the rise, the D's to Manhattan
Let's walk the thirty paces on the Now Rule races
Oh it's the Marshal Cooper, and I love how he doin this
Women sayin don't get hurt, and I ain't plannin on it
Ten steps taken as I hit the blam factor
His dick to act up, was death the benefactor
Leave him twitchin in the dirt like Cousin Harold from the Menace
I'm in this to win this on the great wide trail
I'm ten times as bad as John Wayne, could ever be
Plus I'm down with the Indian, and need high to get the shit again
I'm responsible for that body in the alley
I'll Louisiana Purchase that ass with with Remi's spurs
and hard shots of Tequila, where the dancin girls
Let's get right as the story unfurls
Piano man keep playin, keep them keys bangin
Single man get three graves there's gonna be a hangin
Now this right here ain't for the youth to see
A grown man assed out swingin from a tree
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack your vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind
Joe Tex was the biggest hombre from the projects
Had all the work locked down, so he thought
But he drank and got loose lipped, let a lot of news slip
Stripped of his game and got his self murdered
Thoughts of him are passin like the buffalo
Got his self rocked in the ninety-six brand new Acura
Niggaz said it was lightning BLAOW blew out the back mirror
Hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Dig, check it out
They say that Cowboys never die they just ride off into the sun
A little tale from Sadat X of how the WORLD was won
Check it out, remember this
Gun-slingers, dead-ringers with presidents
Is found tied with no explanation of how they died
Yo the great Sadat X, the High Plains Drifter
No question
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack a vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind

It's not just cats that must learn the hard way. It's humans as well (and probably most species.) Because you don't truly learn a lesson until you've been through the ringer on it.

Lets face it - this stinks of a ringer.

If this was a plot in a movie we wouldn't be surprised that a tyranical administration has put up a guy with minimal life expectancy and rigged him with an inexperienced air-head puppet as his vice. That way Karl Rove can rule the country as the serpent in the shadow whispering in the childish Sarah Pain's ear.

It's a classic archetypal strategy in books and movies.

If McCain dies or is incapacitated - will Sarah Palin's "I've only been at this 5 weeks" be an acceptable excuse?

dead ringer for colonel Rosa Klebb, agent of S.P.E.C.T.R.E.

does he remind anyone else of Bob Barker in this clip? Seriously, all he needs is the stick microphone, and it's a dead ringer.

>> ^budzos:
This chick needs to read The Stone Angel!


or the ringer haha

1. Under the bridge – Red Hot Chili Peppers
2. A Quick One, While He’s Away – The Who
3. Shatter – Feeder
4. Extraordinary Girl – Green Day
5. Bomb – Bush
6. Drastic Actions – Bad Religion
7. Dead Ringer For Love – Meat Loaf
8. Feel Like Rain – Motion City Soundtrack
9. Corona Radiata – Nine Inch Nails
10. The Bad Touch – Bloodhound Gang

Well it could of gone worse.

I just realized that this guy is a ringer for Taxi Driver.

"You looking at me?"

The skew is showing with only ten votes cast.

I think that those of us who've been through the ringer are too quick to discount the impact of the time we spent in school. At what other stage in life does one spend four (plus) years solely to develop critical thinking skills?