He riddles me. The ancient riddle: "What's the point?" Have you ever seen an eagle flying back to his home with dinner for the Mrs. and all the little eagle babies. And he's flying against the wind and he's flying in the rain and he's flying through bullets and all kinds of hell, and then right at that moment when he's about to get back to his nest, he says, "What the fuck, it's a drag being an eagle" and right then two little x'es comes across his eyes just like in the old fashion cartoons. And he goes plunging down, and down and down and BAM! He's just a splatter of feathers and then we don't have the national bird of America no more. Did you ever see that? No? Me neither. Eagle's got too much self-respect. How's yours?

Nobody gives a shit. Why care about your family, they're just going to be worm food sooner rather than later. Just give up. Fire up the Weber in a closed garage or paint the ceiling with your brain and scalp. That really is the only answer.

Jackie Bange is available.

Nobody gives a shit. Why care about your family, they're just going to be worm food sooner rather than later. Just give up. Fire up the Weber in a closed garage or paint the ceiling with your brain and scalp. That really is the only answer.

She's apparently married to a judge.

Nihilism bad.

Do you have to be so negative?

Nobody gives a shit. Why care about your family, they're just going to be worm food sooner rather than later. Just give up. Fire up the Weber in a closed garage or paint the ceiling with your brain and scalp. That really is the only answer.

You stupid fucking attractive lady. You, SpiralStairs... I'm talking to you, shithead...You just cost me six thousand dollars.

Six thousand dollars. And one Cadillac. That's right. What are you going to do about it? What are you goin to do about it, asshole. You fucking shit. Where did you learn to post? You stupid fucking attractive lady. You idiot. Whoever told you you could post with men?

Oh, I'm going to have your account, shithead. I'm going downtown and talk to JORR and Seacrest, and I'm going to Nas. I don't care whose nephew you are, who you know, whose dick you're sucking on. You're going out, I swear to you, you're going....

Anyone on this board lives on their wits... What you're here for is to help entertain us--does that seem clear to you? To entertain us. Not to fuck us up...to entertain people who are posting out here to try to earn a following. You fairy. You company man...I'll tell you something else. I hope you hacked the account, I can tell our friend here something that might help him catch you.

You want to learn the first rule -- you'd know if you ever spent a day in your life...you never start your post till you know what the shot is.

It takes brass balls to sell real estate.