Oh man, that article was DA BOMB! It was full of "last word" do's and don't's. The following was probably the funniest example of how NOT to try getting the last word:
"I am going to an Elfpunk LARPing group that I found on Craigslist. Ha ha. I bet you losers wish you had a big velvet cape like the one I am wearing right now (I am wearing a giant green cape while I'm typing this. Picture that, losers)."
"Finally, for your rather strange idea that miracles are somehow linked to the amount of gay sexual gratification that is taking place would require that primitive Christianity was launched by gay sex, would it not?"
Runtu wrote:For what it's worth, I think the "last word" phenomenon knows no religious boundaries. It's just human nature to want to add to the conversation, or even trump the whole thing.
Is not.
Is too. Times infinity. (Ha!)
Is not times... ummm... times... ummm...
You're a poop-head scrotum tugger.
Yeah...
Last word.
"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." ~Charles Bukowski
Runtu wrote:For what it's worth, I think the "last word" phenomenon knows no religious boundaries. It's just human nature to want to add to the conversation, or even trump the whole thing.
Is not.
Is too. Times infinity. (Ha!)
Is not times... ummm... times... ummm...
You're a poop-head scrotum tugger.
Yeah...
Last word.
Is too. Times infinity squared.
And you're, um, a stinky boy.
That oughta getcha.
(and LOL at the scrotum tugger - if only I could go back in time to when me and brother were kids, so I could use that one!).
I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe / But at least I'm enjoying the ride.
-Grateful Dead (lyrics by John Perry Barlow)