.....Flatwoods Monster,
Skunk Ape,
Tim Nyquil,
David "Hot" Pockets,
licky-splits,
Toy Yoda,
Melon Heads,
Goat Man,
Steve Urkel,
Reginald Vel Johnson,
You, Me, Boner, & Dupree,
fried food,
Green Man,
Gary Numan,
Murder at the Superbowl,
creep city, creep city, creep city.


maybe it's time for a vacation.
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why don't you just go back to posting as Harry Tuttle?

...maybe I will...

....maybe I will....

You gotta be a MexiCANT - beause none of your shit is funny. never was. never will be.

GOOD LUCK.









I LOVE YOU MR.MISERY.







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the artist always creates works of art, its the audience that goes stale.

bloody blisters Wrote:
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> the artist always creates works of art, its the
> audience that goes stale.

That's beautiful, mate...

bloody blisters is back! Yay!
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Mr. Misery Wrote:


I still love your act Misery. You are an inspiration and a personal hero of mine.

not stale, but why are you coming on to everyone here who said they were female? I bet half of the "ladies" on this site are the same smelly dude.
everytime a girl shows up you turn into an 8th grade don juan.
with all due respect...

Yahweh Wrote:
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> I bet half of the "ladies" on this site are the same smelly dude.



+100

Yahweh Wrote:
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> not stale, but why are you coming on to everyone
> here who said they were female? I bet half of the
> "ladies" on this site are the same smelly dude.
> everytime a girl shows up you turn into an 8th
> grade don juan.
> with all due respect...


I have a very active imagination. In imagination land, every female poster here is hot, young and nubile; except for Alias, who is hot, middle-aged and nubile (and I love the older women, don't get me wrong). What can I say....I'm a lady's man.
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far be it for me to breakup the love fest. rock out Misery!
Im really just jealous no one has turned me into a meme:(

I love you Mis

I have remarked about the genius of Mr. Misery. However, sometimes you break character or try too hard, and that's where you come up short. Stop giving a fuck about what people think of your "act" and be a free spirit, Mr. Misery. Once you try to play to the crowd, you'll lose (or loose, as Vince says) what makes you special.

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Ah, Mr. Tone-Locian, can't you see that this is still a part of the act? Mr. Misery's character is an awkward, lonely, guy who is eager to please... You people just never give him the chance he deserves!!!!

WashingTone-Locian Wrote:
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> I have remarked about the genius of Mr. Misery.
> However, sometimes you break character or try too
> hard, and that's where you come up short. Stop
> giving a fuck about what people think of your
> "act" and be a free spirit, Mr. Misery. Once you
> try to play to the crowd, you'll lose (or loose,
> as Vince says) what makes you special.

RIP HARRY TUTTLE 2009-2013

Vince spam....reroute.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 07/02/2010 11:59AM by Alias.

Mr. Misery Wrote:
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> I have a very active imagination. In imagination
> land, every female poster here is hot, young and
> nubile; except for Alias, who is hot, middle-aged
> and nubile (and I love the older women, don't get
> me wrong).

What a nice thing to say, Mr. Misery! But your vivid imagination has given you a rose colored view of middle age. I like you young'uns, oh yes I do, but maybe that's because middle age is, well, just so old....decrepit, really.

Once you hit 30, it's all over. You are no longer hot and nubile. You get fat, start moving like a sloth and your skin, tired and discolored, starts hanging, sometimes even falling off. As this is happening to your body, your brain is losing IQ points faster than the Dow Jones plummeted after government corruption at Fannie Mae crashed the flood gates. Word search becomes a problem. Actually, I'm having a word search attack right now. Um, umm, it's what a man and woman do together, after an evening of candle light and wine and good music.... oh, wait, I remember, it's sex. SEX, sex, sex...

Forget about sex after 30. The body has lost the flexibility needed for a good roll in the hay and the mind has lost the ability to be imaginative. You need to wear ear plugs to block out the creaking sounds your bones make even during the lowest impact activity. So, basically, you've got two boring creaking blobs trying to figure out what to do next.

Here's another annoying thing that happens after 30, at least to women. In your twenties, there are plenty of cute single guys coming up to you at parties, buying you drinks, etc. After 30, you get older and often, divorced guys hitting on you and come on, who wants that? Just last week, a guy hit on me while I was sitting on the patio of my hotel in Positano. He must have been at least 45-48, maybe older!! Even though he was rather good looking and in excellent shape for an elderly man, I couldn't help but wonder if he could still....well you know. And, if so, could he manage it without having a heart attack? I mean, what if he croaks right in the middle of things.... what would you say to the paramedics? I think I would dress him up and say we were just sitting, reading the newspaper.... or something like that!

Alias Wrote:
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> Mr. Misery Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
>
> > I have a very active imagination. In
> imagination
> > land, every female poster here is hot, young
> and
> > nubile; except for Alias, who is hot,
> middle-aged
> > and nubile (and I love the older women, don't
> get
> > me wrong).
>
> What a nice thing to say, Mr. Misery! But your
> vivid imagination has given you a rose colored
> view of middle age. I like you young'uns, oh yes I
> do, but maybe that's because middle age is, well,
> just so old....decrepit, really.
>
> Once you hit 30, it's all over. You are no longer
> hot and nubile. You get fat, start moving like a
> sloth and your skin, tired and discolored, starts
> hanging, sometimes even falling off. As this is
> happening to your body, your brain is losing IQ
> points faster than the Dow Jones plummeted after
> government corruption at Fannie Mae crashed the
> flood gates. Word search becomes a problem.
> Actually, I'm having a word search attack right
> now. Um, umm, it's what a man and woman do
> together, after an evening of candle light and
> wine and good music.... oh, wait, I remember, it's
> sex. SEX, sex, sex...
>
> Forget about sex after 30. The body has lost the
> flexibility needed for a good roll in the hay and
> the mind has lost the ability to be imaginative.
> You need to wear ear plugs to block out the
> creaking sounds your bones make even during the
> lowest impact activity. So, basically, you've got
> two boring creaking blobs trying to figure out
> what to do next.
>
> Here's another annoying thing that happens after
> 30, at least to women. In your twenties, there are
> plenty of cute single guys coming up to you at
> parties, buying you drinks, etc. After 30, you get
> older and often, divorced guys hitting on you and
> come on, who wants that? Just last week, a guy hit
> on me while I was sitting on the patio of my hotel
> in Positano. He must have been at least 45-48,
> maybe older!! Even though he was rather good
> looking and in excellent shape for an elderly man,
> I couldn't help but wonder if he could
> still....well you know. And, if so, could he
> manage it without having a heart attack? I mean,
> what if he croaks right in the middle of
> things.... what would you say to the paramedics? I
> think I would dress him up and say we were just
> sitting, reading the newspaper.... or something
> like that!


I had to LOL at this...

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