Creexul :( wrote:

bdr is Out of His Fucking Mind: A Study.

Or maybe a counterthesis against bdr's thesis about uh................................. um.

Bill Dungsroman wrote:

You knew her airline, point of origin, and arrival time.

This has to lead to something about not being able to find sasy at the airport.................. right?

Just how many NWA planes fly into Detroit Metro (the 16th largest airport according to this nonpartisan website, not the 11th) from (wherever Sassy is from) between 7:30 and 8:30 PM, anyway? McCarran airport in Vegas, the 7th largest airport in the world, receives inbound flights from LA on Southwest nonstop. Do you know how many SWA flights from LA fly into McCarran in a one-hour block? One, occasionally two. To the same terminal, usually. You see, non-morons who have ventured out into the world know these things. Like, even, the self-proclaimed 11th-largest airport in the world is likely to be pretty fucking big. Your sense of scale is too warped to conceive of such a thing's size, I guess.

So no then. Huh.

bdr digresses in long passages, pointlessly, about airports. Turnons include lists of passanger traffic on airlines, and using them to somehow disprove rankings of the physical sizes of airports. I'm sure he is making a point in this somewhere.......... about something. How he comes to these conclusions is anyone's guess, convulsing rapidly might help. But hey, he's above forming coherent thoughts (psh). Also, note the pride bdr has in BLOWING THE LID OFF the fact that I don't get out much. WOA WAIT A SECOND THERE. Someone stopped the presses in anticipation, and a child got caught in the printers, squishing them into paste!

Ideally, quoting something on a message board (one you own with your own two FISTS) would be followed up by something replying to or relating to that quoted section. Instead of say the exact opposite. But that's bdr, HE'S UNORTHODOX which throws people off in order to ready his FINISHING MOVE. O_O;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Imagine you lost a paper bag with all your computer games and toiletry socks in it. That would suck.

Would it? I don't know, I don't seem to care when I imagine that.

Here's a wonderful scene where bdr doesn't even notice the part where I say sasy asked if they rent or have VCRs at all, and they say no. Instead, in bdr's magical Lawnmower Manish world THAT HE CONTROLS AT WILL (known as "Caltrops"), VCRs were not asked about, and when I saw there was no VCR, I pretended they would not ever give us one when they easily could've (hint to people paying attention, i.e. not bdr: they wouldn't have).

Another classic bdr moment, where his bloodshot eyes are apparently blinding him from stuff I pointed out months ago. Inevitable excuse: "WELL WHO CAN BE EXPECTED TO PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR (INSERT ABOUT 80 ADJECTIVES HERE) POSTING." But of course as I already mentioned, after using the AV wires to hook the VCR from AV out to the TV's AV in, nothing happened because it had a bizarre setup that refused VCR inputs entirely instead only accepting the hotel's direct feed for video games and about 15 cable channels. I pretty much summed that up in the above quoted part. Naturally bdr doesn't believe it, because he is above just believing it (OOOOOO).

I think even in an imaginary world where sasy is an okay girl and graffiti is amazing, the concept of trying to stay up is just hilarious. Status of slapping my knee and calling myself Sally: IN PROGRESS.

I guess you had to reply to EVERYTHING you could.

Wow, wait until you get to the more recent stuff about sasy, you might be quite shocked (and by shocked I mean foaming at the mouth with veins popping out of your head while convulsing and grinding your teeth into stumps........... so like just about any average day for you, WOAO).

bdr IS CRUSADING FOR THE TRUTH, AND NO ONE WILL GET IN HIS WAY............. NO ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"YRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLBKLFLFLFL"
-bdr

That's the tagline on the movie poster. :(