On Wed, 13 May 2009 11:10:13 -0700, jps wrote:

If everyone in the diner had cwp, she wouldn't have dared draw her
weapon. She'd have been gunned down in a hail of bullets.

Every once in a while someone tries to rob a cop bar. What happens is
that when the perp turns away from the bartender to leave, he finds he
is looking down the barrels of about twenty guns. He generally drops
his gun.

Casady

Richard Casady wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 11:10:13 -0700, jps wrote:

If everyone in the diner had cwp, she wouldn't have dared draw her
weapon. She'd have been gunned down in a hail of bullets.

Every once in a while someone tries to rob a cop bar. What happens is
that when the perp turns away from the bartender to leave, he finds he
is looking down the barrels of about twenty guns. He generally drops
his gun.

I used to live in a part of the county where all of the cops live. Some
idiot from another state stopped by one of our local banks and made an
illegal withdrawal. Within about 5 minutes there were 50 county cops on
the road in marked cars, lights blazing, chasing the idiot. They caught
the guy.

You don't have to be smart to be a criminal.

On May 13, 7:56*pm, DK wrote:
HK wrote:
jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:23:54 -0400, HK wrote:

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:15:50 -0300, "Don White"
wrote:

My oldest son was a very fussy eater.
We'd go into a Chinese restaurant and he had to have a hamburger.
The Chinese joints I go to don't serve hamburgers, at least I never
saw them on the menu.
But I learned something when eating out with a friend who had been a
restaurateur - and he had been the maitre de at La Francais, an
internationally know restaurant nearby.
You can get almost anything you want in a good restaurant without even
looking at the menu.
Of course he knew the owners, what the kitchen was capable of, best
sides for the dish in the traditions or the originating country, etc..
You could call him an epicure, if that's the word.
These were all local "specialty" places, mostly Italian.
But let's say you tend that way, and like to eat just so.
For example you like blacks olives with such and such.
Not on the menu, but if you ask you should be accommodated.
One of my favorite movie scenes was Jack Nicholson getting his
toast by putting multiple holds on the menu BLT.
Five Easy Pieces, I think.
You don't have to do contortions like that to get what you want in a
good restaurant.
Having said that, I never do it, and go with the menu.

I believe in ordering the food they specialize in.
Me too.

--Vic

Indeed. Many, many years ago, Stepfatherinlaw #1, a nice fellow, came
to visit shortly after we moved to the DC area from New York. He was
a lifelong midwesterner. We went out to Annapolis for a nice day
trip, and I took everyone to a pretty nice seafood restaurant there.
He ordered meatloaf and his youngest daughter, who accompanied him on
the trip, ordered a roast beef sandwich. With mashed potato(e)s. *
Grrrrrrr.

They can't help themselves. *My partner grew up in the midwest. *We
met in Los Angeles. *For the first year he was on the west coast,
every course of the meal featured meat.

He's long been rehabilitated but it took years.

Arrgh!

When I lived in KC, and was a highly underpaid reporter for the KC Star,
I was fortunate enough to find some really good steak houses where you
could get a complete meal...salad, baked potato(e) and steak, for $3 to
$4. Not the best steak houses in town, for sure, but pretty good.

There was one top of the line seafood house in the area at that time.
Luckily for me, for several years I dated a gal whose uncle owned the
place. I sure as hell could not have afforded lobster with my paycheck!

I worked on the larger circulation morning edition of the paper, and
reported to work at 4 pm and was on the clock until 1 am, though the
night city editor used to let us go after the final city news edition
hit the presses at 12:15. All of the single (and a few of married)
reporters and editors headed to a bar a couple of blocks away that
happened to serve really great soups and burgers. I ate too many meals
there.

We had a "dining room" at the paper, but it was populated with hot meal
vending machines. Pure ptomaine. Lots of great stories about The Star.
It was at the time one of the great papers in the country. No
more...bought out by the conglomerators.

More WAFA BS!- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

I'm looking into the employee records at the Star this weekend. I'm
betting I'll not find his name there, just like the Yale alumni
records. There's a place I found to look at the past reporters, all
the way back before Hemmingway.

jps wrote:
On Thu, 14 May 2009 19:35:31 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 19:54:49 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:23:54 -0400, HK wrote:

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:15:50 -0300, "Don White"
wrote:


My oldest son was a very fussy eater.
We'd go into a Chinese restaurant and he had to have a hamburger.
The Chinese joints I go to don't serve hamburgers, at least I never
saw them on the menu.
But I learned something when eating out with a friend who had been a
restaurateur - and he had been the maitre de at La Francais, an
internationally know restaurant nearby.
You can get almost anything you want in a good restaurant without even
looking at the menu.
Of course he knew the owners, what the kitchen was capable of, best
sides for the dish in the traditions or the originating country, etc.
You could call him an epicure, if that's the word.
These were all local "specialty" places, mostly Italian.
But let's say you tend that way, and like to eat just so.
For example you like blacks olives with such and such.
Not on the menu, but if you ask you should be accommodated.
One of my favorite movie scenes was Jack Nicholson getting his
toast by putting multiple holds on the menu BLT.
Five Easy Pieces, I think.
You don't have to do contortions like that to get what you want in a
good restaurant.
Having said that, I never do it, and go with the menu.

I believe in ordering the food they specialize in.

Me too.

--Vic
Indeed. Many, many years ago, Stepfatherinlaw #1, a nice fellow, came to
visit shortly after we moved to the DC area from New York. He was a
lifelong midwesterner. We went out to Annapolis for a nice day trip, and
I took everyone to a pretty nice seafood restaurant there. He ordered
meatloaf and his youngest daughter, who accompanied him on the trip,
ordered a roast beef sandwich. With mashed potato(e)s. Grrrrrrr.
They can't help themselves. My partner grew up in the midwest. We
met in Los Angeles. For the first year he was on the west coast,
every course of the meal featured meat.

He's long been rehabilitated but it took years.
Now I get it.

-dk
All you get is ****. "Partner" is used in the traditional sense as in
business partner.

As usual, go **** yourself.
Is that what I implied, dip****?

You implied it elsewhere, dickhead.

Right. Last week at the airport. Sorry, I remember now.

On Fri, 15 May 2009 21:08:04 -0400, DK
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Thu, 14 May 2009 19:35:31 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 19:54:49 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:23:54 -0400, HK wrote:

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:15:50 -0300, "Don White"
wrote:


My oldest son was a very fussy eater.
We'd go into a Chinese restaurant and he had to have a hamburger.
The Chinese joints I go to don't serve hamburgers, at least I never
saw them on the menu.
But I learned something when eating out with a friend who had been a
restaurateur - and he had been the maitre de at La Francais, an
internationally know restaurant nearby.
You can get almost anything you want in a good restaurant without even
looking at the menu.
Of course he knew the owners, what the kitchen was capable of, best
sides for the dish in the traditions or the originating country, etc.
You could call him an epicure, if that's the word.
These were all local "specialty" places, mostly Italian.
But let's say you tend that way, and like to eat just so.
For example you like blacks olives with such and such.
Not on the menu, but if you ask you should be accommodated.
One of my favorite movie scenes was Jack Nicholson getting his
toast by putting multiple holds on the menu BLT.
Five Easy Pieces, I think.
You don't have to do contortions like that to get what you want in a
good restaurant.
Having said that, I never do it, and go with the menu.

I believe in ordering the food they specialize in.

Me too.

--Vic
Indeed. Many, many years ago, Stepfatherinlaw #1, a nice fellow, came to
visit shortly after we moved to the DC area from New York. He was a
lifelong midwesterner. We went out to Annapolis for a nice day trip, and
I took everyone to a pretty nice seafood restaurant there. He ordered
meatloaf and his youngest daughter, who accompanied him on the trip,
ordered a roast beef sandwich. With mashed potato(e)s. Grrrrrrr.
They can't help themselves. My partner grew up in the midwest. We
met in Los Angeles. For the first year he was on the west coast,
every course of the meal featured meat.

He's long been rehabilitated but it took years.
Now I get it.

-dk
All you get is ****. "Partner" is used in the traditional sense as in
business partner.

As usual, go **** yourself.
Is that what I implied, dip****?

You implied it elsewhere, dickhead.

Right. Last week at the airport. Sorry, I remember now.

You're now officially a liar. Do I need to quote you?

You're just as vile as the dickheads in this group who insisted we
were in Iraq for all the right reasons while accusing me of being a
traitor, unamerican, guilty of sedition, comfort to the enemy, etc.

None of them is man enough to admit they were dead wrong.

Just like you.

jps wrote:
On Fri, 15 May 2009 21:08:04 -0400, DK
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Thu, 14 May 2009 19:35:31 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 19:54:49 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:23:54 -0400, HK wrote:

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:15:50 -0300, "Don White"
wrote:


My oldest son was a very fussy eater.
We'd go into a Chinese restaurant and he had to have a hamburger.
The Chinese joints I go to don't serve hamburgers, at least I never
saw them on the menu.
But I learned something when eating out with a friend who had been a
restaurateur - and he had been the maitre de at La Francais, an
internationally know restaurant nearby.
You can get almost anything you want in a good restaurant without even
looking at the menu.
Of course he knew the owners, what the kitchen was capable of, best
sides for the dish in the traditions or the originating country, etc.
You could call him an epicure, if that's the word.
These were all local "specialty" places, mostly Italian.
But let's say you tend that way, and like to eat just so.
For example you like blacks olives with such and such.
Not on the menu, but if you ask you should be accommodated.
One of my favorite movie scenes was Jack Nicholson getting his
toast by putting multiple holds on the menu BLT.
Five Easy Pieces, I think.
You don't have to do contortions like that to get what you want in a
good restaurant.
Having said that, I never do it, and go with the menu.

I believe in ordering the food they specialize in.

Me too.

--Vic
Indeed. Many, many years ago, Stepfatherinlaw #1, a nice fellow, came to
visit shortly after we moved to the DC area from New York. He was a
lifelong midwesterner. We went out to Annapolis for a nice day trip, and
I took everyone to a pretty nice seafood restaurant there. He ordered
meatloaf and his youngest daughter, who accompanied him on the trip,
ordered a roast beef sandwich. With mashed potato(e)s. Grrrrrrr.
They can't help themselves. My partner grew up in the midwest. We
met in Los Angeles. For the first year he was on the west coast,
every course of the meal featured meat.

He's long been rehabilitated but it took years.
Now I get it.

-dk
All you get is ****. "Partner" is used in the traditional sense as in
business partner.

As usual, go **** yourself.
Is that what I implied, dip****?
You implied it elsewhere, dickhead.
Right. Last week at the airport. Sorry, I remember now.

You're now officially a liar. Do I need to quote you?

You're just as vile as the dickheads in this group who insisted we
were in Iraq for all the right reasons while accusing me of being a
traitor, unamerican, guilty of sedition, comfort to the enemy, etc.

None of them is man enough to admit they were dead wrong.

Just like you.

Do I hear someone sniffing very loudly?



--
Reginald P. Smithers III, Esq.

This Newsgroup post is a natural product. The slight variations in
spelling and grammar enhance its individual character and beauty and in
no way are to be considered flaws or defects

On Fri, 15 May 2009 23:02:58 -0400, "Reginald P. Smithers III, Esq."
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Fri, 15 May 2009 21:08:04 -0400, DK
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Thu, 14 May 2009 19:35:31 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 19:54:49 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:23:54 -0400, HK wrote:

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:15:50 -0300, "Don White"
wrote:


My oldest son was a very fussy eater.
We'd go into a Chinese restaurant and he had to have a hamburger.
The Chinese joints I go to don't serve hamburgers, at least I never
saw them on the menu.
But I learned something when eating out with a friend who had been a
restaurateur - and he had been the maitre de at La Francais, an
internationally know restaurant nearby.
You can get almost anything you want in a good restaurant without even
looking at the menu.
Of course he knew the owners, what the kitchen was capable of, best
sides for the dish in the traditions or the originating country, etc.
You could call him an epicure, if that's the word.
These were all local "specialty" places, mostly Italian.
But let's say you tend that way, and like to eat just so.
For example you like blacks olives with such and such.
Not on the menu, but if you ask you should be accommodated.
One of my favorite movie scenes was Jack Nicholson getting his
toast by putting multiple holds on the menu BLT.
Five Easy Pieces, I think.
You don't have to do contortions like that to get what you want in a
good restaurant.
Having said that, I never do it, and go with the menu.

I believe in ordering the food they specialize in.

Me too.

--Vic
Indeed. Many, many years ago, Stepfatherinlaw #1, a nice fellow, came to
visit shortly after we moved to the DC area from New York. He was a
lifelong midwesterner. We went out to Annapolis for a nice day trip, and
I took everyone to a pretty nice seafood restaurant there. He ordered
meatloaf and his youngest daughter, who accompanied him on the trip,
ordered a roast beef sandwich. With mashed potato(e)s. Grrrrrrr.
They can't help themselves. My partner grew up in the midwest. We
met in Los Angeles. For the first year he was on the west coast,
every course of the meal featured meat.

He's long been rehabilitated but it took years.
Now I get it.

-dk
All you get is ****. "Partner" is used in the traditional sense as in
business partner.

As usual, go **** yourself.
Is that what I implied, dip****?
You implied it elsewhere, dickhead.
Right. Last week at the airport. Sorry, I remember now.

You're now officially a liar. Do I need to quote you?

You're just as vile as the dickheads in this group who insisted we
were in Iraq for all the right reasons while accusing me of being a
traitor, unamerican, guilty of sedition, comfort to the enemy, etc.

None of them is man enough to admit they were dead wrong.

Just like you.

Do I hear someone sniffing very loudly?

Do you understand that he's addressing me and that he's not addressing
you and that you've added absolutely nothing to the dialogue?

This is what you've spent 100s of hours doing? Have you learned
anything, honed your debate skills, enlightened anyone about anything?

Is this your civic duty?

What you're doing is buttsniffing and I hear a giant whiff coming from
your direction. Here's something for your trouble -- pfffffft

jps wrote:
On Fri, 15 May 2009 23:02:58 -0400, "Reginald P. Smithers III, Esq."
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Fri, 15 May 2009 21:08:04 -0400, DK
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Thu, 14 May 2009 19:35:31 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 19:54:49 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:23:54 -0400, HK wrote:

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:15:50 -0300, "Don White"
wrote:


My oldest son was a very fussy eater.
We'd go into a Chinese restaurant and he had to have a hamburger.
The Chinese joints I go to don't serve hamburgers, at least I never
saw them on the menu.
But I learned something when eating out with a friend who had been a
restaurateur - and he had been the maitre de at La Francais, an
internationally know restaurant nearby.
You can get almost anything you want in a good restaurant without even
looking at the menu.
Of course he knew the owners, what the kitchen was capable of, best
sides for the dish in the traditions or the originating country, etc.
You could call him an epicure, if that's the word.
These were all local "specialty" places, mostly Italian.
But let's say you tend that way, and like to eat just so.
For example you like blacks olives with such and such.
Not on the menu, but if you ask you should be accommodated.
One of my favorite movie scenes was Jack Nicholson getting his
toast by putting multiple holds on the menu BLT.
Five Easy Pieces, I think.
You don't have to do contortions like that to get what you want in a
good restaurant.
Having said that, I never do it, and go with the menu.

I believe in ordering the food they specialize in.

Me too.

--Vic
Indeed. Many, many years ago, Stepfatherinlaw #1, a nice fellow, came to
visit shortly after we moved to the DC area from New York. He was a
lifelong midwesterner. We went out to Annapolis for a nice day trip, and
I took everyone to a pretty nice seafood restaurant there. He ordered
meatloaf and his youngest daughter, who accompanied him on the trip,
ordered a roast beef sandwich. With mashed potato(e)s. Grrrrrrr.
They can't help themselves. My partner grew up in the midwest. We
met in Los Angeles. For the first year he was on the west coast,
every course of the meal featured meat.

He's long been rehabilitated but it took years.
Now I get it.

-dk
All you get is ****. "Partner" is used in the traditional sense as in
business partner.

As usual, go **** yourself.
Is that what I implied, dip****?
You implied it elsewhere, dickhead.
Right. Last week at the airport. Sorry, I remember now.
You're now officially a liar. Do I need to quote you?

You're just as vile as the dickheads in this group who insisted we
were in Iraq for all the right reasons while accusing me of being a
traitor, unamerican, guilty of sedition, comfort to the enemy, etc.

None of them is man enough to admit they were dead wrong.

Just like you.
Do I hear someone sniffing very loudly?

Do you understand that he's addressing me and that he's not addressing
you and that you've added absolutely nothing to the dialogue?

Take it to e-mail if you don't want the rest of us chiming in when we
want to chime in.

This is what you've spent 100s of hours doing? Have you learned
anything, honed your debate skills, enlightened anyone about anything?

We are here to prove that you are a pompous ass as often as possible.

Is this your civic duty?

What you're doing is buttsniffing and I hear a giant whiff coming from
your direction. Here's something for your trouble -- pfffffft

Did you learn that from Harry? Sounds about third gradish!

On Sat, 16 May 2009 11:10:47 -0400, BAR wrote:

jps wrote:
On Fri, 15 May 2009 23:02:58 -0400, "Reginald P. Smithers III, Esq."
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Fri, 15 May 2009 21:08:04 -0400, DK
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Thu, 14 May 2009 19:35:31 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 19:54:49 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:23:54 -0400, HK wrote:

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:15:50 -0300, "Don White"
wrote:


My oldest son was a very fussy eater.
We'd go into a Chinese restaurant and he had to have a hamburger.
The Chinese joints I go to don't serve hamburgers, at least I never
saw them on the menu.
But I learned something when eating out with a friend who had been a
restaurateur - and he had been the maitre de at La Francais, an
internationally know restaurant nearby.
You can get almost anything you want in a good restaurant without even
looking at the menu.
Of course he knew the owners, what the kitchen was capable of, best
sides for the dish in the traditions or the originating country, etc.
You could call him an epicure, if that's the word.
These were all local "specialty" places, mostly Italian.
But let's say you tend that way, and like to eat just so.
For example you like blacks olives with such and such.
Not on the menu, but if you ask you should be accommodated.
One of my favorite movie scenes was Jack Nicholson getting his
toast by putting multiple holds on the menu BLT.
Five Easy Pieces, I think.
You don't have to do contortions like that to get what you want in a
good restaurant.
Having said that, I never do it, and go with the menu.

I believe in ordering the food they specialize in.

Me too.

--Vic
Indeed. Many, many years ago, Stepfatherinlaw #1, a nice fellow, came to
visit shortly after we moved to the DC area from New York. He was a
lifelong midwesterner. We went out to Annapolis for a nice day trip, and
I took everyone to a pretty nice seafood restaurant there. He ordered
meatloaf and his youngest daughter, who accompanied him on the trip,
ordered a roast beef sandwich. With mashed potato(e)s. Grrrrrrr.
They can't help themselves. My partner grew up in the midwest. We
met in Los Angeles. For the first year he was on the west coast,
every course of the meal featured meat.

He's long been rehabilitated but it took years.
Now I get it.

-dk
All you get is ****. "Partner" is used in the traditional sense as in
business partner.

As usual, go **** yourself.
Is that what I implied, dip****?
You implied it elsewhere, dickhead.
Right. Last week at the airport. Sorry, I remember now.
You're now officially a liar. Do I need to quote you?

You're just as vile as the dickheads in this group who insisted we
were in Iraq for all the right reasons while accusing me of being a
traitor, unamerican, guilty of sedition, comfort to the enemy, etc.

None of them is man enough to admit they were dead wrong.

Just like you.
Do I hear someone sniffing very loudly?

Do you understand that he's addressing me and that he's not addressing
you and that you've added absolutely nothing to the dialogue?

Take it to e-mail if you don't want the rest of us chiming in when we
want to chime in.

This is what you've spent 100s of hours doing? Have you learned
anything, honed your debate skills, enlightened anyone about anything?

We are here to prove that you are a pompous ass as often as possible.

Is this your civic duty?

What you're doing is buttsniffing and I hear a giant whiff coming from
your direction. Here's something for your trouble -- pfffffft

Did you learn that from Harry? Sounds about third gradish!

Just a repeat of what "Reggie" said.

You're not here to prove anything. You haven't the skill.

jps wrote:
On Sat, 16 May 2009 11:10:47 -0400, BAR wrote:

jps wrote:
On Fri, 15 May 2009 23:02:58 -0400, "Reginald P. Smithers III, Esq."
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Fri, 15 May 2009 21:08:04 -0400, DK
wrote:

jps wrote:
On Thu, 14 May 2009 19:35:31 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 19:54:49 -0400, DK wrote:

jps wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:23:54 -0400, HK wrote:

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 13 May 2009 16:15:50 -0300, "Don White"
wrote:


My oldest son was a very fussy eater.
We'd go into a Chinese restaurant and he had to have a hamburger.
The Chinese joints I go to don't serve hamburgers, at least I never
saw them on the menu.
But I learned something when eating out with a friend who had been a
restaurateur - and he had been the maitre de at La Francais, an
internationally know restaurant nearby.
You can get almost anything you want in a good restaurant without even
looking at the menu.
Of course he knew the owners, what the kitchen was capable of, best
sides for the dish in the traditions or the originating country, etc.
You could call him an epicure, if that's the word.
These were all local "specialty" places, mostly Italian.
But let's say you tend that way, and like to eat just so.
For example you like blacks olives with such and such.
Not on the menu, but if you ask you should be accommodated.
One of my favorite movie scenes was Jack Nicholson getting his
toast by putting multiple holds on the menu BLT.
Five Easy Pieces, I think.
You don't have to do contortions like that to get what you want in a
good restaurant.
Having said that, I never do it, and go with the menu.

I believe in ordering the food they specialize in.

Me too.

--Vic
Indeed. Many, many years ago, Stepfatherinlaw #1, a nice fellow, came to
visit shortly after we moved to the DC area from New York. He was a
lifelong midwesterner. We went out to Annapolis for a nice day trip, and
I took everyone to a pretty nice seafood restaurant there. He ordered
meatloaf and his youngest daughter, who accompanied him on the trip,
ordered a roast beef sandwich. With mashed potato(e)s. Grrrrrrr.
They can't help themselves. My partner grew up in the midwest. We
met in Los Angeles. For the first year he was on the west coast,
every course of the meal featured meat.

He's long been rehabilitated but it took years.
Now I get it.

-dk
All you get is ****. "Partner" is used in the traditional sense as in
business partner.

As usual, go **** yourself.
Is that what I implied, dip****?
You implied it elsewhere, dickhead.
Right. Last week at the airport. Sorry, I remember now.
You're now officially a liar. Do I need to quote you?

You're just as vile as the dickheads in this group who insisted we
were in Iraq for all the right reasons while accusing me of being a
traitor, unamerican, guilty of sedition, comfort to the enemy, etc.

None of them is man enough to admit they were dead wrong.

Just like you.
Do I hear someone sniffing very loudly?
Do you understand that he's addressing me and that he's not addressing
you and that you've added absolutely nothing to the dialogue?
Take it to e-mail if you don't want the rest of us chiming in when we
want to chime in.

This is what you've spent 100s of hours doing? Have you learned
anything, honed your debate skills, enlightened anyone about anything?
We are here to prove that you are a pompous ass as often as possible.

Is this your civic duty?

What you're doing is buttsniffing and I hear a giant whiff coming from
your direction. Here's something for your trouble -- pfffffft
Did you learn that from Harry? Sounds about third gradish!

Just a repeat of what "Reggie" said.

You're not here to prove anything. You haven't the skill.

How are those find German screw drives doing? You know the metal rods
with plastic handles.