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Possibly, but that is because i dont waste time trying to ananlyse peoples psyche based on simple things like their temporary choice of avatar on a football forum. You on the other hand seem to have developed a rather unnerving infactuation with me. A relentless desire to analyse and criticise at every available opportunity and i hate to be the one to kill off the dreams and fantasies of a hopeless romantic, but it's time to let go, i dont feel the same. Prehaps Mrs Verbal can provide you with the emotional support and attention you so deseperately crave? Or maybe this is why you have turned your attention elsewhere? Mrs V, worn down by years or unnessasary criticism and analaysis, maybe she has given up on everything that once meant so much to you both? There must have been something that brought you together, maybe you should start working on this rather than a vein and perverse using of the internet avatar of someone you have never met to satisfy some bizarre sexual fetish. Just think of this, as you lay awake at night, grinning to yourself at the thought of the days discussion on this forum and fantasising of what may lay ahead the next day, hand slowly creeping over your chest, under the duvet and down towards your erect penis, Mrs V is laying awake next to you, back turned, tearfully contemplating how she has failed you as a wife. Good luck with it all, i am sure your friends on this forum will support you on the long road ahead.

 

To be fair, Turkish, you do have a similar infatuation with Verbal as the one you describe. And SuperMikey too.

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I enjoy my role on here as Turkish's punchbag. It's my sole purpose in life.

 

that role is rapidly changing super, you see all the verbal jousting has merely been a test of resiliance for you and part of the initiation process into my bosom. You could have huddled in the cyber corner shaking, sulking and shivering, wondering why everyone picks on you with a woe is me attitude (like Liquidshock did), responded with unfunny and irritanting quips like Deppo or you would rise above it, show your minerals and develop the backbone needed to thrieve in this cut throat society. I have been providing you with life lessons and you are on the verge of passing with flying colours. I see something in you Super, i have for a while but not everyone can cut it as a buddy of Turkish and i need to rid you of the shackles of the need of me time. Consider me like the black dude training the lazy fat f*ckers on The Biggest Loser, they had to hurt, they had to suffer, they had to be in tears to achieve that moment of enlightenment. Now like them we are there, me and you. In the future world that i see, in years to come we will sit back as virtual world, remisince about the days of Verbal, Deppo, Dune, BTF and Liquidshokk, slap each other on the back and think about how far we've come and how close this life changing friendship came to never, ever happening.

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The verbosity of that post seems to suggest it may be working, Mikey/Verbal. He's really getting excitable! Well done!

 

It could all have been so different for me and you Deppo. It could have been us walkng hand in hand (in a cyber sense of course) across the fields, dressed in our white linen fabrics, freshly growing corn waving gentlely in the light summer breeze, we'd chat endlessly about everything and nothing. If you were down i'd lift you up, if you need to borrow a pound i would you give you two, if you were to ever accidently slice of your arm in a freak cement mixing accident, i'd give you my arm. It could have been you.

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that role is rapidly changing super, you see all the verbal jousting has merely been a test of resiliance for you and part of the initiation process into my bosom. You could have huddled in the cyber corner shaking, sulking and shivering, wondering why everyone picks on you with a woe is me attitude (like Liquidshock did), responded with unfunny and irritanting quips like Deppo or you would rise above it, show your minerals and develop the backbone needed to thrieve in this cut throat society. I have been providing you with life lessons and you are on the verge of passing with flying colours. I see something in you Super, i have for a while but not everyone can cut it as a buddy of Turkish and i need to rid you of the shackles of the need of me time. Consider me like the black dude training the lazy fat f*ckers on The Biggest Loser, they had to hurt, they had to suffer, they had to be in tears to achieve that moment of enlightenment. Now like them we are there, me and you. In the future world that i see, in years to come we will sit back as virtual world, remisince about the days of Verbal, Deppo, Dune, BTF and Liquidshokk, slap each other on the back and think about how far we've come and how close this life changing friendship came to never, ever happening.

 

Hang on, so basically you were grooming me..?

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Hang on, so basically you were grooming me..?

 

Can't wait. Can I come round yours tonight? I have a few spare apples that I can bring with me as well if you want?

 

xxx

 

I consider it more mentoring and training.

 

BTW you dont know this now, but we actualy live quite close to each other, you can bring your lap top round anytime and we can sit her online alnight in my front room, drinking cans of Red Stripe and just generally doing what mates do.

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It could all have been so different for me and you Deppo. It could have been us walkng hand in hand (in a cyber sense of course) across the fields, dressed in our white linen fabrics, freshly growing corn waving gentlely in the light summer breeze, we'd chat endlessly about everything and nothing. If you were down i'd lift you up, if you need to borrow a pound i would you give you two, if you were to ever accidently slice of your arm in a freak cement mixing accident, i'd give you my arm. It could have been you.

 

I walk alone. Nothing personal. I wouldn't take SuperMikey's hand if he offered it.

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I walk alone. Nothing personal. I wouldn't take SuperMikey's hand if he offered it.

 

One night Deppo dreamed he was walking along the beach with Turkish. Many scenes from his life flashed across the sky.

 

In each scene he noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.

 

This bothered him because he noticed that during the low periods of his life, when he was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, he could see only one set of footprints, so he said to Turkish

 

“You promised me Turkish

that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

 

Turkish replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”

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One night Deppo dreamed he was walking along the beach with Turkish. Many scenes from his life flashed across the sky.

 

In each scene he noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.

 

This bothered him because he noticed that during the low periods of his life, when he was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, he could see only one set of footprints, so he said to Turkish

 

“You promised me Turkish

that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

 

Turkish replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”

 

Silly Deppo... the webbing between the 3 toes should have given that away.

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One night Deppo dreamed he was walking along the beach with Turkish. Many scenes from his life flashed across the sky.

 

In each scene he noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.

 

This bothered him because he noticed that during the low periods of his life, when he was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, he could see only one set of footprints, so he said to Turkish

 

“You promised me Turkish

that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

 

Turkish replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”

 

Which beach was this?

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Sorry to have to break it to you, Turkish, but those are obviously Deppo's footprints.

 

Look closely. See how those footprints have that wavy tread pattern on the bottom, just like his docksiders? If they were yours, they'd make welly marks, like the footprints next to his a little farther up the beach when he was going through better times.

 

See the footprints at the time of his divorce? You'll notice that the welly footprints drift off from the docksider ones. They lead to that picnic bench over there, the one with the cigarette butts scattered all over. It appears that in his darkest hour, instead of carrying him, you sat on a stump and had a couple of smokes. Real helpful, Turkish. Real helpful.

 

Sure, the welly footprints came back when he got that big job promotion, but right at the point where his son Tommy died, they veer off again. Actually, now that we look again, it seems like there's an unusually large distance between each of the welly-wearer's footprints around the time of his son's death, as if the person were actually running away.

 

I'm sorry, Turkish, but your whole story about carrying him during his worst moments just doesn't gibe with the facts. Besides, you'd certainly think a person would remember being carried by a member of a football forum he's never previously met, right? That's a pretty memorable thing, wouldn't you say? Well, either he's got amnesia, or you're a liar, because he doesn't recall ever being toted around by some mouthy stranger. The only thing he does remember about the worst moments on the path of life is the horrible feeling of plodding along the cold sand all alone while icy rain fell in sheets and chill winds assailed him.

 

So, on behalf of Deppo and the rest of this forum, thanks Turkish. Thanks a bunch. You were really there for him when things got tough. Asshole.

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WTF is happenig here?

 

Is this like that episode of Dallas? or some other crap soap whereby everything that happened over the whole series turns out to be a dream and didn't happen at all or something like that.

 

Except the bit about Deppo having some bloke's fingers up his butthole - I reckon that has probably happened many a time!!

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Sorry to have to break it to you, Turkish, but those are obviously Deppo's footprints.

 

Look closely. See how those footprints have that wavy tread pattern on the bottom, just like his docksiders? If they were yours, they'd make welly marks, like the footprints next to his a little farther up the beach when he was going through better times.

 

See the footprints at the time of his divorce? You'll notice that the welly footprints drift off from the docksider ones. They lead to that picnic bench over there, the one with the cigarette butts scattered all over. It appears that in his darkest hour, instead of carrying him, you sat on a stump and had a couple of smokes. Real helpful, Turkish. Real helpful.

 

Sure, the welly footprints came back when he got that big job promotion, but right at the point where his son Tommy died, they veer off again. Actually, now that we look again, it seems like there's an unusually large distance between each of the welly-wearer's footprints around the time of his son's death, as if the person were actually running away.

 

I'm sorry, Turkish, but your whole story about carrying him during his worst moments just doesn't gibe with the facts. Besides, you'd certainly think a person would remember being carried by a member of a football forum he's never previously met, right? That's a pretty memorable thing, wouldn't you say? Well, either he's got amnesia, or you're a liar, because he doesn't recall ever being toted around by some mouthy stranger. The only thing he does remember about the worst moments on the path of life is the horrible feeling of plodding along the cold sand all alone while icy rain fell in sheets and chill winds assailed him.

 

So, on behalf of Deppo and the rest of this forum, thanks Turkish. Thanks a bunch. You were really there for him when things got tough. Asshole.

 

This cant be true, you didn't mention the bit of me jabbing up.

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