No, you see, I've been experimenting with spelling words properly. I feel it could be a bold new direction for my work.

Dear Lord Ganus,

You have mis-parsed my question. Good day.

-=Dark_Angel=-

I fear you do not understand how the indentation of a comment relates to its place in the hierarchy of the discussion.

Or does this represent a wondrous fantasy worlde where every poemranker account is a separate person?

Also, what does it mean when someone appears four times on the chart?

Because if I've had sex with Poetie, that would be ace.

Yeah, I'm real fucking creative. I created a painting of a turd in Painter 7.

I think you would enjoy www.tubgirl.com.

Also, why do you write exactly like horus8?

Have you ever pressed the enter key?

Idiot.

People like you make me sick. Just because I'm disabled you think you can waltz over to my beautiful poeme about a skellington and make fun of it. Well I've got news for you, buster: I will contacting the FBI. Now take your Chinese shoes and get out of here.

For Christ's sake, woman. You may say what you like, but I do ask that you refer to me by my proper and Christian name, which is "-=Dark_Angel=-", not "James". James is a rude fellow who sometimes likes to pretend he is -=Dark_Angel=-. Let me assure you that he is not. Good fucking day to you.

Yes...yes, I was once launched off an handle. It was in the autumn of 19--, and Colonel Beeflington and I had just built the most fantastical contraption of the century - the Begreasing Tube. It was a glorious machine; each of its harvesters had its own cooling funnel, and enslaved dwarves toiled day and night to maintain its rotational capacitance!

It was during the trial run that Beeflington accidentally spilled some very important fluid on the Jeffries Holster. In my panic I attempted to dive into the Holster and rescue it, but I miscalculated and landed on the primary graviton handle!!!!1

As for what happened next, I shan't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that Captain Undergarment's wife was sent to bed for a week with acute cheek lacerations! In conclusion, I suggest you clamber back onto the handle at once.

P.S. It's a myth that lemmings jump off cliffs.

Don't fly off the handle or anything.

I hate you now.