I'm really sorry if i offended you i hate it when someone says something bad about my boyfriend too.
And if you'll look closely, children, you'll notice they didn't actually address this:
your sudden "outburst" here sort of says otherwise.
Instead they are performing what is known as an "ad homo-nem" attack. You see, instead of answering or responding to any of the questions (or my quips about the accidental word juxtaposition and thus the changed meaning of the phrase "looking your nose down at people") they instead resort to saying something completely irrelevant about their homosexual relationships. heh... "Homo-nem" I'm going to have to remember that one.
Anyway, as I noted, you made an assumption yourself, that I was offended. I was not. I saw an oppurtunity to use big words, and I took it, because I like sounding smart. Although I find that I'm only able to use a small percentage of those larger words in the right contexts I manage to get away with it because nobody reads my posts anyways, heh. Anyway, as they say, Assuming makes an "*censored*" out of "u" and some guy named ming.
So for the love of ming, stop assuming! this goes for everybody, especially that super-villian doctor* creating the assumatron, a device designed solely for making assumptions. I'm not sure how he intends to take over the world, but I assume it involves assuming people to death.
* I'm not allowed to expose this super-villian doctor, but I can say this- he's not a real doctor. He just says he is to sound more menacing. Nothing quite as terrifying as a doctor with a scalpel that knows how to use it. Well, that's not true. I'd be more afraid of a person who has a chainsaw and <doesn't> know how to use it. But I digress, my point is, I can't expose him despite his super-villiany because he's part of the giga-friends, a group of powerful super-villians with terrible ideas. For example, there is popsicle stick man, who comes from an alternate dimension where he took over the world, thereby destroying the marketability and therefore the manufacturing of popsicle sticks, which he used to build model bridges. He was so depressed he came to this dimension. And nobody can forget chisel-tip felt man, whose dimension has outlawed chisel tip felts in favour of those annoying flat ones that you need to hold at the proper angle to make thin strokes. Or stink-man, who comes from a dimension with perfume vending machines. he's smelly because he went to buy some and found the machine was out of odor.
And with that terrible pun, I end this post. Once I start digging into my puns it's a good time to stop before I subject you people to any more terrible puns, or jokes, like that one about how a bar walks into a physicist — oh, wait, wrong reference frame.
