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I like this threat, I mean Thread

Michael, that adam's apple trick is some rough stuff.

I think I'll steer clear of my enemies and keep that one in my pocket.

GC

</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial">Originally posted by worthatry:
<strong>....The "kick my [censored]" threat was witnessed by a neighbor who considers OM to be a "piece of [deficant]".

Anyway, my neighbor's term gave me the idea of what I might say when the time comes when we (me and OM) unavoidably find ourselves face to face.

"[snif, snif]? What's that SMELL????? Oh, human waste."

Maybe I can get him to threaten me again.
</strong></font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial">See, I told you the A smells.

Given that facto mundo, a slightly wrinkled nose asking what rancid stench is eminating from the OM's area would definitely make an impact. LOL!!!

Oh, must be from a man who screws MW and doesn't wipe his butt! LOL!!! <img border="0" title="" alt="[Big Grin]" src="images/icons/grin.gif" />

JMHO,
L.

<small>[ March 17, 2005, 12:47 AM: Message edited by: Orchid ]</small>

I've caught myself thing of just how effective a ball pen hammer could really be.

I tell myself that if I ever saw OMslime that there would be an @ss whooping. Just don't know who the winner would be.

All I know is that I usually don't have a ball pen hammer handy so I generally come up with some set of cools moves to render OMslime unconcious.

Then I remember who I am and realize that I would probably have to have my friends remove me from the situation so that violence would be avoided.

So the short answer is that I would love to be free to bash the life out of OMslime but I know that I would not start it...Well that is a semi-lie. I remember a crazed, drunken night that I drove an hour towards his house only to get 10 minutes away and realize that I had no idea what street he lived on.

I still like the picture in my head of Aussie and RIF showing up at OMslime's door step.