Well, another 24 hours have passed, never to come again, and as far as I know, the brain-damaged primitive hasn't yet shown up on Skins's island to describe what happened.
Many of us have a really good idea of what happened, but best to hear it from the primitive's own lips.
The walldude primitive and the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive have balls, in that they confessed up and told all--but if the brain-damaged primitive has balls, probably one needs a high-powered microscope to detect them.
Bah humbug.
Now, I'm sure there's a few sob-sisters among us (especially notable in the grouchy old Don memorial thread currently ongoing), who might think it "not nice" to taunt an unemployed unaesthetic 62-year-old walrus-looking guy who's probably going to find it difficult to get another job.
Bah humbug.
There's plenty of unemployed unaesthetic 62-year-old guys desperate to find a job in this 0bamaconomy, and who are in this hapless situation through no fault of their own.
Give those guys one's sympathy and good wishes--but don't let the lachrymal glands secrete an iota of a tear-drop over a guy who's in his situation because he's an ass, a jerk, a rectal aperture. The brain-damaged primitive is probably pretty miserable as it is, but if there were true justice in this world, he needs to be even more miserable than this; he's not getting even a tenth, or a hundredth, of the misery he deserves.