Larry gets run over by the wagon.....

Posted on Curb Feelers.....

Pope Lester: Some of you may have noticed several 'glitches' in the system. We are working on fixing them. Shit happens and if you don't like it here, there's always the other place where people have reasonable discourse without brawling. Fuck off in that direction if you want. It'll be fixed when it is. Any further pissing and moaning about it will be ignored.

Larry: Yeah so what if I locked out yer control panels. It's my fucking place. I can do whatever the fuck I want. I'll ban people, change their settings, post as if I was them, read your PMs, let a group of half assed wankers run the place and fuck you in the ass with a 40oz Keystone if you don't like it. (HIC)(GURGLE)(BAAARF)

Earthboi Onus: I think what Larry means is that people should just relax and allow the admins time to resolve the issue, whatever it might be. I'm not sure it's confirmed what's happening at the moment.

Larry: What's happening is I'm taking a big fat shit all over this place. Because I can, I want to, and go fuck yourself martian boy! Why don't you get in your rocketship and blast off to your Anus. uh-huh. huh-huh huh-huh huh. (HIC)(HIC)

Peace: Isn't Larry such a lovable drunk. You do your thing Larry, don't let anyone bother you.

Larry: Who asked you bisch. Isn't there a horseshow you should be entered into somewhere? All day long it's fling shit at Larry, fling more shit at Larry. For years and years everyone is always flinging shit at Larry. Can't you guys take a fucking joke? All of you fuckers are way too up your own asses. (HIC) So fuck off and fuck off (HIC)

The Gimp speaks again.....

Overheard on vent.....

Caged Man: Seriously... anyone? Hello. Help? I'm locked in a basement, near a computer, in this cage.... it's dark and it smells like frankincense mixed with cheap beer.

Oh now... they're coming... please get the codeword...

(SCREECH....CLANG....CLICK) (Static)

Curb Feelers shows Spitz the door.....

Posted on Curb Feelers.....

Spitz: It's not like I wish death on people, but if you all crashed in the same airplane that wouldn't be a bad thing. Most of you look like there's cocks coming on your heads. Lots of people will thanks when you die.

LilyAnne: isleosmisfitposters.rad

Peace: This place is so awesome. I don't know why you would want to leave Curb Feelers. It's so much fun to hang around and shove your nose in Larry's asscrack while they fuck with your account and harass anyone who has anything interesting to say. I love a place where hackers run free, it makes things so much more exciting.

Earthboi Onus: I thought you had a suicide bombing to attend? Telling people cocks are coming on there heads is (funny) not very nice. There's no wonder why people don't want you to post anymore.

LilyAnne: AGREE AGREE AGREE AGREE

AGRE AGREE AGREE

Spitz: Why you want me to go other place? I like to poke troll under bridge. You all spit in sky and it falls in own face. hah

YoYo: Didn't we tell you to fuck off already? (HIC) People made it clear that new users weren't welcome. (HIC) Take your 'conversation' or whatever it is to the other board, where people prefer to talk and have a good time. (HIC) Don't fuck up our Thunderdome with your hello kitty talkie talkie stuff. Ass. (HIC)(SLAM)

Gus: LilyAnne bisch I told you to stop pressing that mother fucking button. You're a lonely bisch Lil. A lonely bisch.

Vanilla: I don't get what's going on here. How am I supposed to follow all of the things being discussed in such an obvious fashion? Must be all of the whip-its... fried my ability to function.

Most people think it's an act, but I"m just empty in the head now. Weeeeeeeeeee.

Duhsure: You can't follow it because you are a retard. It would be nice if I had a job so I didn't have to sit on the internet all day trolling forums. I guess being a shithead makes me less desirable. Who'dve thunk it.

New users? Who needs new users.....

Posted on Curb Feelers.....

Spitz: Heya everyone. Imma new here and a buddy told me 'bout this place, so I make an account. I like the title. Imma hopin' to make more friends and show off pictures of my caddy. I have feelers on my caddy. She's old but Imma glooin her back tugether. One of em is bent but I saw some new ones at the AutoPit so I think Imma pick me up a set on payday.

LilyAnne: WTF asshole. This place doesn't care about your curb feelers or your stupid caddy. Did't you post somewhere else about your caddy. If they didn't care, why the fuck all would we care?

Blahd the Whailer: Vuta joke. Joo schtupid moron, Curb Feelers isn't about actual curb feelers, it's a groping joke. Count the vays you are schtupid. Von.... Two.... Three.... ahahaha!

Larry (ontheroad?): (HIC) HAH. Good morning dipshits. Who the fuck drives a caddy with curb feelers on it anymore? You gotta polyester suit in the closet? Hyuck! (HIC) Anyways, I just wanted to say howdie, I'm all hopped up and ready to get on the road. Thank god Keystone is on sale at this place, I can load up for the drive. (HIC).

Spitz: Well excuse me. I didn't think I would be dogpiled. It's like a chicken getting caught in a barn full of hungry jackals. Yee doggie, maybe I'll come back when everyone's off their PMS.

LilyAnne: HI LARRY! Be safe. We'll be waiting here to sniff your butt when you come on back. And piss off Spitz. There's a whiners board you can always go to and be a victim.

Introducing Spitz from Bootyburger.....

Spitz from Booty Burger

Yet to align himself with anyone in particular, Spitz is a little slow on the uptake. A friend told him about Curb Feelers, but Spitz isn't very good with computers. So who knows if any of it sunk in. The last one to 'get-it', he's loyal to the end, even if he's difficult to understand.

Bootyburger's top fry cook, Spitz enjoys a cold one, a few puffs, and Spongebob cartoons.

Introducing Blahd the Whailer: Curb Feelers resident 'kindred'.....

Blahd the Whailer: Curb Feelers resident 'kindred'

Blahd is a weekend wannabe, dressing up as a 'creature of the night' to impress folks with his faux accent and his super dark gothicness. He can be seen on the town with his cloak and saber, charming the ladies with his scent of the graveyard cologne, the paleness of a babypowdered face, and the raw awesomeness of his custom fit fangs.

Having no problem beating an issue to death despite his inability to explain the focus of the discussion, his insults are as pale and empty as his skull. This usually results in people boiling over, angry at the disconnect between Blahd and the reality most others occupy.