I only made it to the start of page two before I got really annoyed, so can someone tell me if this resolved so I can go back to thinking of Triscuit as cool rather than a wanker?

My favorite type of Triscuits are cracked pepper/olive oil I can't stop eating them

Bacon,

Here's a quick summary.

Antony told Reid he was a terrible human being.

Reid confessed to being a manipulative freak who is depressed and apparently needs mental help. At one point he blamed sucking a gay cock when he was 19 on his problems.

Then everyone started acting supportive and **** and I wrote two poems.

Roger Spruce can tell you how well that went.

PS. Also apparently a [SECRET GOLDEN MEMBER] of the Massassi forums helped Antony to get rid of his alcohol addiction.

I'm not rid of it, dumbass. You can't get rid of it. It's under control.

This is the part that still escapes me.

Maybe I lack that European artistic sensibility. When I walk (drive) down the street (expressway) to buy my bread from my local baker (supermarket) in the U.S.A., I don't hear the faint sound of the pianoforte* or the words of "’O sole mio".

(Unless I'm in the upscale part of the city where the restaurants are, but even there nobody dares to recite poetry.)

* Well maybe Alanis or Sheryl Crow (I might also be a bit behind the times here).

g4u, Antony. Now go **** yourself.

Hmm. Where were we? Ah, yes. Poems.

Just having fun, really. I like playing around with different ways to tell a story, for better or worse, and I suppose I'm crazy enough not to care if I get ridiculed as long as I enjoy doing my thing. I wrote the second one for a guy who just broke up and the first one had a bit of sci-fi romance going for it, so I thought this thread fitting. Heh. Cheerio.

You aren't missing anything. Koobie is just weird and has no actual social skills.

You're a cheerful fella, aren't you. Heh.

massassi is a hateful place now

perhaps...it always was

Geekanerds are very hateful people.

this is not the innocent lightsabres of your youth

where are the puglers of yesteryear?

You would know. So would I.