Anonymous Posters Are Tedious Poo Flinging Farting Monkeys

Oh GAWD, those fucking poo monkeys bore me so. Here's the thing about anonymous monkey posters, they almost NEVER have anything interesting to say, just the usual drive by shitty dribbling farts that fog up a good conversation or debate for a few seconds until the air clears once more. Worse still are the cowardly poo monkeys that populate ancient posts, dribbling their shit smeared tedium over long dead debates, stinking up the place, tee-heeing no doubt that their oh so INTERESTING bon mots are up for all the world to not read.
What attracts the Farting Poo Monkeys most are posts about woo, oh nothing makes the monkeys howl and gibber and fling poo faster than woo. Woo poo is passive aggressive shit of course, dull yellow with a streak of blood in it where the Monkeys had to squat hard and FORCE it out into the open.

"wow you are one hateful person!
whatever, believe what you want to believe. but jesus learn to settle down over shit that has nothing to do with you."

That iddy-biddy-shiddy Monkey Poo was for my post on animal telepaths. Classic, I can believe what I want to believe, but also no, no I can't.

"The relivance of my feelings for Reiki don't matter at this point. What bothers me is your extreme sense of anger, rage. The fact that something can make you that angry should tell you that one way or another, you need some help.

Good luck with that.

Peace & Namaste'

Har and indeed SNARF! That dribbling oozing slice of passive stinky monkey poo was after some sniping on my part about the fraudulent wankfest that is 'Reiki' spit-spit. I particularly like the 'Namaste' at the end, oh nothing tickles the Fatcat heart more than some Farting Poo Monkey squeezing out a belch of 'woo talk' along with Poo. 'Good Luck with THAT!' Har too much.



Next up, the quacking Monkeys of Christine Gallagher, stigmata riddled fraud pot who likes seeing imaginary things and taking VAST sums of money off the gullible to fund her terrific mansion living lifestyle.

"Do not let anger and hatred eat away at you, a phyiscal realisation of it like this blog will not solve what really torments you in your soul."

It wont? Weeeaaallly? Oh dear, okay then, I'll try not let non existent anger eat at my non existent soul. I might have toast instead.

And.
'What the hell is going on here? Here is the truth: none of you know FOR SURE if this woman and her visions are fraud or not. Doesn't anybody have anything better to do?'

Ah, the classic, 'stop looking at me, stop looking at me!' cry of the underdeveloped poo flinger.

Wanna talk Lipotrim bollocks?
Observe,
"I think you do talk some real shite on occasion. I know the shower of yes men and women who write here will not say so, vbut hey...if you write shite on the www, be prepared to be told so."

Oh the sneaky monkey, nothing of substance to say but manages to insult EVERYONE else too for having the temerity to agree with something this monkey doesn't. This particular poo flinger is the most cowardly of all. It flings poo from the very highest branches and scampers off lest it be called upon to offer up an actual opinion.

Of course I get the usual anonymous bunch of farting poo monkeys who feel I ought to nearly apologise every time I have an opinion they don't happen to agree with. Yeah, I call these Teletubbymonkeys. They just want the world to be full of La La, sunshine and fully edible custard flavoured poo.

So here it is. This is my blog, there are many like it but this one is mine(good bye Bane, you will be missed). The opinions expressed here are my own, the opinions expressed by the comment makers are their own. See how that works? If you want to make an actual useful pertinent comment-even if you disagree with something, feel free. If you want to be a farting poo monkey (FPM) flinging anonymous plop thither and yon then expect to be treated as the cowardly poo flinger you are, which in your case will mean being not fed and ignored. You don't like bad language? Tough shit. Get over it. This isn't school.
Namaste fuckers.