^^^Thisconjurer wrote: ↑March 21st 2023, 9:55pmEverything about this fucking sucks. What the fuck have we been doing for the last ten years, apart from breaking Eyal's fucking balls? Invicter has been, to us, we being Conan the Barbarian, Thulsa Doom. And yet, for everytime we've slit Eyal a New One, he always comes back.
I would point out that this shit will not stand, man. We have to gird our loins and come back onto the attack. The sin of Laloism is still present, and we have to react.
To arms, my brothers!
2023 3flushes Media.^^^ Pacer Guy. There's a blast from the past. Of all the latter day geeks (or, more precisely, the WIT-less), Pacer Guy was perhaps the worstest, or at least the most geekish. All the geekish shit was present from him--buy several Nvicters, because at least one or two will have QC problems--Buy what you like--You don't own my warlet!!--45mm?? That's a woman's wartche!!--Invicter's just as Gud as Rolax--don't Knott Worrie GODAM it.
Invicta would never admit this but we all knew he was working for them, I never heard him say anything bad or negative about the company. Shit even I had one point was like WTH were they thinking moments.conjurer wrote: ↑March 22nd 2023, 10:36pmPacer Guy. There's a blast from the past. Of all the latter day geeks (or, more precisely, the WIT-less), Pacer Guy was perhaps the worstest, or at least the most geekish. All the geekish shit was present from him--buy several Nvicters, because at least one or two will have QC problems--Buy what you like--You don't own my warlet!!--45mm?? That's a woman's wartche!!--Invicter's just as Gud as Rolax--don't Knott Worrie GODAM it.
It's like nothing has changed. It's the same old bullshit all over again. We certainly need another Aquahomer, as well as a Geeknomo, or the guy with the fucking pineapples.
Well you sure found his trigger word. If memory serves it was “vulgar” but I might be mistaken.conjurer wrote: ↑March 22nd 2023, 10:36pmPacer Guy. There's a blast from the past. Of all the latter day geeks (or, more precisely, the WIT-less), Pacer Guy was perhaps the worstest, or at least the most geekish. All the geekish shit was present from him--buy several Nvicters, because at least one or two will have QC problems--Buy what you like--You don't own my warlet!!--45mm?? That's a woman's wartche!!--Invicter's just as Gud as Rolax--don't Knott Worrie GODAM it.
It's like nothing has changed. It's the same old bullshit all over again. We certainly need another Aquahomer, as well as a Geeknomo, or the guy with the fucking pineapples.
IIRC, "vulgar" was indeed the safe--or, indeed, a trigger word. As I recall, Pacer Guy was a rare idiot. There's no saying what would trigger him--to, I assume, trigger him into a brutal assfuck of his Realdoll girlfriend.Hawk wrote: ↑March 23rd 2023, 9:52amWell you sure found his trigger word. If memory serves it was “vulgar” but I might be mistaken.conjurer wrote: ↑March 22nd 2023, 10:36pmPacer Guy. There's a blast from the past. Of all the latter day geeks (or, more precisely, the WIT-less), Pacer Guy was perhaps the worstest, or at least the most geekish. All the geekish shit was present from him--buy several Nvicters, because at least one or two will have QC problems--Buy what you like--You don't own my warlet!!--45mm?? That's a woman's wartche!!--Invicter's just as Gud as Rolax--don't Knott Worrie GODAM it.
It's like nothing has changed. It's the same old bullshit all over again. We certainly need another Aquahomer, as well as a Geeknomo, or the guy with the fucking pineapples.
“My 60mm Russian Diver with the gadgets, gegaws, and psychedelic dog barf colorway *Vulgar*?! Nay, sir, it fits right in when I’m attending an HSBC board meeting - I know this because they all stare at me.”
The same could be said if he showed up wearing an uncured skunk skin loincloth and with an advanced case of Hanson’s and a purple dildo pasted to his forehead. But getting people to stare is a goal is it not?
Well played indeed - the Pop Warner watch league sponsoring the Formula JV.Nuvolari wrote: ↑March 28th 2023, 3:43pmWhat in the name of timekeeping is this idiot talking about!!?
“When Invicta Virtuosi Racing start achieving the results on-track, Invicta will undoubtably see them off-track. When that happens, I can see brands such as Casio and Tissot following Invicta on this path. Well played Invicta, well played.”
Yeah… after proceeding them by 20 to 50 years maybe Tissot and Casio would like to “follow” Invicta into Formula 3 - or maybe even Formula Ford or Formula Vee (VW power).
Has Invicta heard of Formula 1?
2023 3flushes Media.^^^ Sanka? Why, that reminds me of fucking Mort!:
Never a truer story has been told.conjurer wrote: ↑March 28th 2023, 6:29pmSanka? Why, that reminds me of fucking Mort!:
Actually, at four thirty, Mort would probably be enjoying his Sanka at the end of his meal at the Old Country Buffet. "Hey, waiter!" he'd be yelling, "where the fuck's my Sanka?" And the waiter, who's wearing a neck-beard and skinny jeans, would say, "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have Sanka, but we do have decaf espresso." And Mort would scream back, "The fuck you mean you don't have Sanka, you blowjob hack? Espresso? What'd I look like over here, a fucking guinea? Get me some fucking Sanka over here, you cocksucker, and step lively, my son, or I've have your fucking guts for garters!" And, naturally, all the people in Mort's party would be grinning and nudging each other because, well, it's fucking Mort, and everyone knows that Mort does whatever the fuck he wants.
Then Mort would calm down a bit, and drink some of his free-refill sugar-free RC cola, while the hipster doofus waiter retreats to the kitchen to figure out where the fuck he's supposed to find fucking Sanka, and wondering if Mort's too old to realize that decaf espresso that the hipster doofus waiter is thinking of serving him is actually fucking Sanka. So a conference would commence in the kitchen, with the wait staff, now thoroughly traumatized by Mort, will speak in low tones, whether somebody should run to the 7-11 down the block and buy a jar of motherfucking Sanka, or they should try the old switcheroo and serve Mort some decaf espresso, or somebody should just cut their losses and dial 9-fucking-11 and let the local coppers handle things.
Meanwhile, Mort's doing a slow burn in the dining room, while the rest of his party is wondering if things are going to go south, like they so often do when Mort gets his balls in an uproar over not getting fucking Sanka at the end of his meal. They all recall the time in New York, when at Le Bernardin, a French waiter superciliously served Mort some French press coffee instead of fucking Sanka, with curl on his lip and a cluck on his tongue. Mort got up and delivered such a Joe-Pesci-type beating that the frog would never walk a straight line again, let alone serve a decent coq au vin. By this time neck-beard hipster throws down his apron, tells everyone to go fuck themselves, and quits his job, storming home to finish the great screenplay that he's going to deliver to CAA in LA next month with an option for Bruce Willis. Alas, by now Mort's drumming his fingers on the table, and he really, really wants his motherfucking Sanka, and things are looking very bad indeed; within a few minutes Mort's going to storm out to his Eldorado, pop the trunk on that fat bitch, and pull out a well-used Glock 19, snap back the slide, and chamber a round in the fucking breech, because, you know, it's fucking Mort, and he want's his motherfucking Sanka, goddamn it.
Luckily, one of the waitstaff recalls seeing an old jar of fucking Sanka in the breakroom, left there by an ancient goddamned dishwasher who left some years ago to aid the police with their enquiries, and might be helping them still, since nobody saw him after that. So the jar of fucking Sanka is found, and the freeze-dried crystals are dumped into a mug of boiling water, and served to Mort, who sips, sighs, and settles the fuck down.
And that's the end for another wonderful meal.
This reminded me of a find some time ago. I stopped in this liquidation place that was near an old work site, just to see what they had. The kind of place where you never know what you will find and there had been a few finds in the past. I nearly purchased a bag for a future get together before passing on the deal. Never the less I took a quick pic, (some will notice the infamous Red Rover on my wrist, so that is the timeframe.)Datsun240Z71 wrote: ↑March 30th 2023, 4:38amThat tale made me spit my coffee this morning.
Where's the Sanka?
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