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Originally Posted by Kenny
(this will make SE happy). I have a new Viper Alley pet peeve. What is with the whiney, sniveling cunts that PM you pissing and moaning because you neg repped them?
I've got one right now who I negged repped because he's a cunt. Then he PM'd me saying he was just trying to learn about his car and talk to fellow viper owners and that I wouldn't say that to him in person, yada, yada, yada. I politely responded with something along the lines of "Go fuck yourself, you crybaby bitch." He came back with his panties in a jam telling me he was 6'2", 225 and an amateur bodybuilder with a whitecollar job. OK, who gives a fuck, right? Am I supposed to feel threatened?
Anyway, point being that this kind of response earns them a neg rep every fourth turn until I get tired of it. People neg rep me all the time. I don't fucking cry.
There's no crying in Viper Alley.
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Fuck. Them. In. The. Ass. A village somewhere is wanting for an idiot. You find one of these free-range walking turnips you burn 'em to the ground like a VC hamlet. Once they PM you with that petulant stalkerly jibber-jabber you respond with promises to hack the labia off their mother with a rusty Black & Decker hedge trimmer. I swear to God these sacks of protoplasm wash up here and gravitate to my PM inbox like I was the pied piper of invertebrates or something. Even the most rudimentary Alley IQ login screen would fail a third of these plankton lapping about in our fetid briney waters. Something SNL Jeopardy-esque like
"Type a number. Any number."
The rules don't apply in this case. You threaten murder, send them bags of feces in the mail. Whatever you have to do, man. It's open season on these fucksticks!