NotNow wrote:
it's me, Jim wrote:
H the K wrote:
Don White wrote:
"H the K" wrote in message
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Don White wrote:
"NotNow" wrote in message
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it's me, Jim wrote:
H K wrote:
....just smacking down a few trolls before I turn the filters
on again.

:)
Smacking down? You surely have an inflated opinion of your
meager capabilities, pussy Krause.
I'd LOVE to give that fat stinking piece of **** the opportunity
to try and "smack me down".

You had your chance and you went hiding out in the swampland.
Is Harry supposed to comb Atlanta, turning over every rock, to
find you?

This is really funny. Loogy has been playing "tough guy" for years
around here, and it is patently obvious he couldn't masturbate
successfully without a reach-around from his buddy, Just-a-Freak,
and Just-a-Freak would need pictograph instructions.

One thing I am sure of, tough guy Loogy wouldn't dare show up on my
front porch and attempt to break in. I'm not a "tough guy," but he
wouldn't be dealing with me...he'd be dealing with a Beretta 12-gauge.

I'd get the chance to say:

"...But being as this is a 12 gauge shotgun, one of the most
powerful sporting shotguns in the world, and one round would blow
your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I
feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"


Hee hee..that about sums it up.
The Karate Kid may be tough in the Lake Lanier area, but I'm sure
he'd soil his panties walking in some Atlanta neighbourhoods.



Loogy is a little **** with a big mouth. You can bet your last dollar
that if were ever "confronted" the way he seems to want to be, he'd
be urinating down his pants leg.

Isn't it interesting how the big-mouthed little ****s here work so
hard to try to conceal their identities while they shoot their wads
trying to insult other posters? They're all birds of the same yellow
feathers - loogy, reggie, floridajim, dirtbag dan, et cetera. Their
fear of being "outed" has nothing to do with the "identity theft"
they cough up as their excuse.


Krause you frikkin coward. Doncha remember 1962 when you were shakin
in your boots fearful of being drafted. When your number was called
you ran to mommy to get you out of it. You are a sorry POS.

I love it! Harry calling me a coward. He stated here he was going to
Atlanta, and for me to meet him at the airport. Well, Hartsfield is
huge, with thousands of flights daily. I asked him for his flight
information, and he pussied out instantly.

How could you have missed Harry's entourage of the 5 Village People
Harry was travelling with? His body Guards, I suppose. They wouldn't let
Harry bring his big ass shotgun into the airport, thus requiring the
extra security and secrecy.