On Tue, 18 Sep 2007 21:29:41 -0400, ah <splifingate@gmail.com> wrote:
>Steve Leyland wrote:
>> Once upon a time in a magickal land far far away the being called HMS
>> Victor Victorian stirred from its deep slumber and pronounced to usenet:
>>
>> : There has been of late considerable discussion in that "other group"
>> : regarding the nature of Boylove ...
>> :
>> : There have been psychological studies, manifestos, postion papers and
>> : sweeping statements regarding the intricacy of the phenomena, both to
>> : defend and to revile it.
>> :
>> : It is all bollocks to me, you see.
>> :
>> : Contrary to some advice I just received from a close friend, tho' I'll
>> : not name Teddy, I would like to advance an idea or two regarding that
>> : here, if not for the benefit of the very civil Magnolia, then for the
>> : edification [or the hope thereof] of Mr. Leyland.
>>
>> oh yes please do continue to add to the evidence, pedo.
>>
>> alt.fan.utb.* groups are troll owned, now get the fuck out of here.
>>
>> :
>> : Some time ago, I was strolling along Vernon, coming back from the
>> : Rotunda and giving the neighborhood a gander, just to get out. It was
>> : one of those dreary days ... generally clammy and overcast, spotty fog
>> : rolling in and out ... some sun occassionally filtering unconvincingly
>> : down ... and the mood of the weather and the town was my own mood
>> : inside ... lonely and dejected and weary. I have always been
>> : celebate, you see ... a real Mr. Chipping I suppose ... and it
>> : weighted on me particularly harshly that morning.
>> :
>> : As I walked, I noticed through the mists a school boy of ten or eleven
>> : years standing along the road, as if waiting for a bus. Of course, he
>> : immediately caught my attention. A chubby little fellow but not
>> : overly so, he had a head of tossled chesnut hair, a scattering of
>> : freckles about the nose ... a nose a bit too small and immature for
>> : his face perhaps, but delicately formed. He was the perfect
>> : representation of the British schoolboy. The poor lad even had on
>> : those dreadful pants that were once seemingly required of all
>> : schoolboys ... I recall now they were a tad too small for him ... and
>> : on such a chilly morn indeed! He looked very much the picture of
>> : misery that I myself felt.
>> :
>> : I naturally approached him through the drizzle to pass by, as we
>> : shared the walkway and I offered a rather unenthusiastic "hello" as I
>> : came up to him.
>> :
>> : "Hello." I said.
>> :
>> : The boy looked up at me and beamed a warming and sincere smile and,
>> : without hestitation, replied, "Hi!" As if he were thrilled to have me
>> : notice his existence.
>> :
>> : I smiled and walked on. At that moment all my darkness and gloom was
>> : swept away and my spirit soared. Truly, from that second I was
>> : secretly elated that such perfect boy would notice MY existence. And
>> : I was happy all that day, despite the weather.
>> :
>> : After I had moved down the street a distance, I dared to glance back
>> : once at him, still standing at the curb side. I never saw the lad
>> : again.
>> :
>> : That is Boylove.
>>
>> then indubitably you went home and wanked to the pictures of naked boys
>> posted here, you sick cunt.
>> :
>> : Cheer to you all.
>>
>> please consider suicide, kiddyfucker.
>> :
>> : VV
>> :
>> : God Save Her Majesty the Queen.
>> : God Preserve the Prince of Wales.
>> : Rule Britannia!
>>
>
>Who is this bad, bad man?
Oh ... you must be referring to Stevie Cat Chow Lameland.
He's a troll ... typically ... mouth twice the size of his wit.
We've got him kill filtered here ... much in the same way you'd shovel
a piece of dog shit off your walk.
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