Jumbie

She must be a fellow yaoi fan, eh?

I sincerely hope you don't have a pet dog.

Archangel thinks that the union of two gays shouldn't be refered to as 'marriage', but as some new word. My first instinct was to suggest calling it 'man-iage', but then I realized that would exclude lesbians. So then I thought, we could combine 'homo' and 'marriage' and call it 'Hom-iage', but then I remembered that Rob Liefeld sells his comics under the name Homage and I dropped that idea, cuz that would be just *too* gay. Hey, where's Newtype/ Alex been the last week or so?

Why would you even READ much less, post in, a thread about a series you haven't read? You're a much more restrained man than me to simply block him, I'da slaped him around a bit by now. (cuz he's, like, asking for it, really.)

Are you saying that Jax has been posting in this thread *without* reading the book?

Are we sure Epicfail isn't Spongebob returned?

Well, considering their extensive collection of articles on legalization of ALL drugs, I'm not surprised you had fun there. So you're having trouble remembering the reason.com site? Any particular reason for that you think? Wait, considering that I replaced the reason.com sig with a sig full of pictures of me, does that mean that I sold out to... myself?

Probably. Cuz I'm still trying to figure out what you meant.

And, Ly, I've decided that it's silly for us to fight like this. You're not a bad kid at all. I'm sorry. What say you and me grab a coupla beers in the back yard? You can call me 'dad', 'step-dad', whatever... it doesn't matter, I just want us to be friends. Heck, next weekend I' take you on a fishing trip. And here's 50 bucks to spend on whatever you want. and me being nice to you has nothing to do with this article I just read...

ceases or seizes? not being a grammar/ spelling/ usage nazi... but it does change the meaning of what you said a bit depending on which one you meant

You lookin to make this a threeway, bitch?!

Well, as deep as the Preacher books are, I'm still seeing one hour per book as a stretch, if he means EXACTLY that. Now if he means, it's gonna average out to an hour a book, then I'd agree. Some issues won't fill out an hour. The whole grandma storyline would fill out a lot more hours than it did issues, though, I think.

Shhh. YOu're spoiling MM's fantasy

what was different about Daredevil DC?

Wait! Daredevil director's cut was good? What' they change?

Green Beret? The only thing green about him is the slimy shit he leaves on our driveway every night when he staggers home drunk. Wait a minnit! Is that why you're being such a dick? Cuz I make you clean that up every morning? Well, fuck, kid, you oughtta thank me. Havin chores to do helps a lazy-ass kid like you build character. And you report me for that Heimlich all you want. Sheriff Skeeter's your Mom's most loyal customer. Hell, every Wednesday when she tells you she's going to church bingo? She's really down at the stationhouse doing her bit to lift officer morale. You go blabbing to him and he'll get you a week in a juvie psych ward ...then you can find out all about underage love for yourself. -

Your mother was a pregnant teenage runaway when I met her. What'd she tell you? that your dad got killed in a training accident in Guatemala while he was with the airforce? Hah! You're old enough to know the truth now,you little pussy fart. SHe got knocked up by her own dad and I took her in, like a Good Samaritian. After you were born, I didn't even care about all that, as long as your mom gave me half of what she made selling her ass down at the truckstop, I treated you like a son. Hell, I buy all the best clothes at the Salvation Army store for you! As for Eduardo, you leave him alone. Love don't care about age. Um, I mean, he was choking on a chicken bone and I was giving him the Heimlich. and that dog was a whore...

Ineffectual? I was pretty fucking *e-ffectual* when I stopped your mother from ripping you outta her womb with a coathanger. If I'da known what an ungrateful, snotnosed, little, shitprick you'd turn out to be, I'd 'ave just let her finish the bottle o' vodka she was using to dull her pain so she could stab you to death. Oh, didn't know about that, didja? Why do you think your head's so lumpy? Now I got Satan's seed living under my roof... Well, lemme tell you something, 'sonny'. I pay the rent in this mother-fucker and that means you live by my rules. If you don't like it, you can get the fuck out the door. or start paying me rent -

I *bet* you know where I sleep. I seen you sneaking peaks at us when I'm giving her a sample of the big dog's big log. I usually just spread her legs wider so you can get a better view, but if you try any kinky shit from now on, I'm gonna pound your nose through the back o your skull.

Your mother don't need you defending her, cumstain. She's hurt me more when I make her come than you could ever dream to with them scrawny noodles you call arms.

Bitch, get back int he kitchen and finish cookin that macaroni. I'm tryin to talk some sense into your good-for-nothin son here! And tell your mother next time she comes over that the Budwieser in the fridge is mine, not some charity for every drunk that walks in here.

He's got the look right... jaw, nose, hair etc. But something about his eyes just says, 'pussy'. We can't have no pussy playing Jesse

characters with cute, feint moves like Voldo in Soul Calibur who make you think they're going one way and then strike another, are useless once your opponent has played the game long enough to learn the tells

You little pissant! I'm the only father you got! If it wasn't for me givin-- !!! [we interrupt this tirade for a joke that Lycaon reminded me of.] Johnny was 18 when he fell in love with the girl next door. Johnny and Samantha quickly realized that having known each other their whole lives, they were perfect for each other and that their newfound romance was simply the most natural step. Johnny was walking on air after a date with Samantha one night when he came home to find his father in the living room alone. His father said, "Son, are you dating Samantha?" Johnny said, "Yes, Dad. I love her sooo much. She's perfect. I think I'm going to marry her." Johnny's Dad said, "Have you two umm, you know... had sex?" "No Dad," said Johnny. "But I can't imagine doing it with anyone else but her, when the time is right." Johnny's Dad sighed. He said, "Son, I'm sorry to do this to you, but you can't date Samantha. She's your sister. I had an affair with her mother 19 years ago." Johnny was devastated. His true love was HIS SISTER. He moped around like a zombie for days, until his mother confronted him She said, "Johnny, why aren't you going out with Samantha anymore? I think she's a lovely girl and you make a wonderful couple." Johnny couldn't take it anymore and told his mother all about Samantha being his sister. As he cried, his mother hugged him and said, "Never mind that. You go out with Samantha. Everything is going to be fine. And don't worry about your Dad. He only thinks he's your father." [and now back to the tirade] ...you little pansy! And don't you ever let me catch you in my high-heels again. I mean, your mother's high-heels

Fuckin smart-mouth kids, always answering back... You don't shape up, I'm gonna ship your scrawny ass off to militry school. and stop sneaking into your sister's room to try on her panties