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You dork, there’s no way in hell I could be friends with a self absorbed liar. I’ve asked to, insulted you and your so called “ex wife” who you dumped or she dumped you (who knows/cares) in Burma. Go and fuck yourself because no one else would.
See a dentist please, your breath is atrocious —Little Bird
This article appears in Jan 30 – Feb 5, 2014.
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Did I miss an earthquake that made the Pacific plate subduct under the Philippine plate to cause a megathrust on that plate to put Toyko on top of Burma. Are those the pics you want to share?
GPS has a lot to answer for, geography used to be taught in school, I guess that’s not important these days?
If you’re going to shit on someone, and want our support, not ridicule, please get the details right.
I bet you’re one of the stupid fucks who watch the superbowel (sp)?
Is this what a pretentious hipster fight sounds like? Lots of poorly constructed geographical name-dropping peppered with pretentious adjectives and terrible monikers?
Jesus.. no wonder most of you drop out of college…
Perhaps a little ass to mouth may help?
DUMPING IN BURMA
“I’ve asked to (sic), insulted you and your so-called ‘ex wife’ who you dumped or she dumped you (who knows/cares) in Burma. ” Little Bird
Ivan, I didn’t know you had been to Burma!
New Avatar Alert! The Coronation Coach
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
A new Olympic sport, power mingeing?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-…
I’ve never been to Burma, Montrealman, but for those interested in the so-called Forgotten Theatre of WW2, I can strongly recommend :
http://www.amazon.com/Quartered-Safe-Out-H…
HAHA runningwithscissors if that’s you in your avatar you might want take a look in the mirror sometime and admit that you have become what you apparently hate, a hipster.
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: Col. Ivan Sonofabitch (02/03, 9:45AM)
It appears that our reading habits converge again. I’ve just finished Laura Hillenbrand’s “Unbroken” (2010), the true story of three (then two) members of the American Army Air Force who survived 6 weeks after the crash of their B17 on the Pacific, fighting off starvation, the sharks and finally imprisonment under the incredible brutality of the Japanese army. (Look for “The Bird.”)
I’ve just started Mitchell Zuckoff’s “Lost in Shangri-La” (2011) about the survival of two American airmen and one WAC (out of 24 initial passengers) who crashed in central New Guinea in the summer of 1945. The European war was over but not the Japanese war. So far it’s just the native head-hunters they have to watch out for but the Japs are out there as well. Pretty soon I should be up for my Purple Heart!
I’ll take a note of your book.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Both books are extremely good .
But I am constrained to point out that Purple Hearts are not awarded for paper cuts, which is the leading non-combat related injury for us armchair warriors. Nor can we claim P.T.S.D., just because we were stuck in line at Chapters between some tittering teenage vampire enthusiasts or lecherous soccer moms exploring a heavily sanitized world of bondage and discipline. More’s the pity.
Also – the aircraft in “Unbroken” was a B-24 Liberator.
This is a geographical nightmare. It’s Myanmar and Tokyo is in Japan.
Hey critters, did you know that white people, Black people Burmese people AND Japanese people live in Japan? Fuckin ‘magine that.
Runswithsissors is the hipster ideal; and just as much the hypocrite. Read some of her other comments. Class A Dumb Fucking Bitch.
I’m worried about poor Montrealman .. have you noticed that he has become less dull of late? Before he was much like an editor of obscure philosophical treatises, confidently wrapping his readers in a dull grey cloak of torporous warmth until Hypnos and Somnus bestowed their grace. Now he seems more inclined to trying to be like others, even talking excitedly about a book in which young men are tortured by brutal asians! I think he’s been mixing a scoop of real coffee in with his decaf, poor dear!
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: Buddha (02/04, 8:59AM)
Thank you for your concern. I hadn’t realized that I was becoming “less dull of late” as you put it but rather the reverse. Rather than “trying to be like others” and, consequently, more crushingly dull in my view, I have used brief posts mainly as a springboard to announce my “New Avatar Alerts!” However, since I have to comment on the vacuous posts in some way, I have devised a method involving giving Ivan a good kick in the pants which he invariably deserves.
New Avatar Alert! A Class Marker?
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Montrealman, I think what we all want to know about you napking ring is – Did you ever make it hop up to the Christmas platter and inquire plaintively “Mother. Mother is that you?” for the general amusement of your siblings. Or, were the younger Catomites banished from adult company until they had demonstarted proof of their ability to be civilized people, a task invariably assigned to nannies, tutors and cane-wielding clergy
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: Col. Ivan Sonofabitch (02/04, 10:44AM)
An interesting point but my siblings, to say nothing of Mater and Pater, would not have been amused. No, I was the youngest and stayed the course from beginning to end. If we were dining on Fenwick Street rather than Atlantic or, later Edward Street, once Auntie Elsie had finished cooking the bird – as often is the case with English cooking it was always a bit overdone – we would tug our “bonbons” (never “crackers”) with our neighbor, put on our paper hats and proceed to read the enclosed witticisms and questions contained therein. Auntie Elsie would be the first to take her napkin out of her napkin ring – there was a certain Freudian symbolism which, while clear to me now, was not obvious then – after which we all proceeded to withdraw our own and, after placing them on our laps in correct fashion, we passed our plates up to Uncle Bert who did the carving and served the veg and gravy. We all waited, of course, until the last plate had served. Then we would begin. It was like a minuet, each step following in strict order upon the previous.
Of course, now that there’s Macdonald’s, everything is much better.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
So… actually i eat meat on pretty much a daily basis and am almost blind in my left eye. But i don’t expect insight from what is likely a fat 40 year old in mommy’s basement. I’m guessing you’re an op from long ago that i pissed off when i told you how full of shit you were. Join the line.