Dain you have to understand one thing. If your brains were made of leather you couldn't wrap it around a molecule.
This is so silly, this temper-tantrum.
My fellow alum Skins constantly counsels the primitives to stay away from here, and they should follow his advice.
It appears now we've got another new batch of lurking primitives--an audience we never solicited--who are running around the DUmpster and the DUmping Ground, trying to find if they've been featured here.
I've said this many times, but necessity compels me to say it again.
Primitives, upon discovering us remind me very much of whenever I walk into an already-occupied public restroom, and there's somebody with his pants down, sitting on the commode.
The expressions of stunned shock and dismay and surprise on the faces of the commode-sitter and the primitive who's wandered here, is always the same.
But it's not my fault; there's a lock on that bathroom door, and it should be used. Likewise with Skins's island, a public message-board; if one doesn't want to be found looking silly, one shouldn't tell silly things.
Bah, humbug.
