Now now Lambchop. You never miss a chance to throw a barb at Cranberry do you?
Often the things we dislike about others are the very traits we possess.
Let’s play nicely now kiddies, or there’ll be no cookies for desert.
What kind? Oreos? Toll-house? Mmmmmm. I’ll be good.
Oatmeal? Raisen? Hmmm. I think I hear my mom calling. We’re having uh…stew. Yeah, stew.
Macadamia…
Oh, boy! Irish cookies! 
djm
That’s it, I’ve heard enough.
From now on I’m determined to dislike anybody who is talented, hard working and successful.
Humph.
Oh, and devestatingly handsome.
I’m not prejudiced - I hate everyone!
Fly, in your fervor to find fault with me, you failed to notice that the title applies to more than one person here.
Last night, a moderator deleted one of my posts. There are a couple more missing today, as well. In my inbox right now, I have a complaint from a moderator, a complaint from someone else, and a complaint from you. I had a total of 6 other PMs today which were deleted before I saw them–I can’t imagine they were all compliments.
Did it occur to you that I might be talking about myself? Wanderer is obviously unqualified for the title of “pain in the ass.”
Chill Lamby..it ain’t just you.
"
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
Alive as you or me,
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery,
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold,
Searching for the very souls
Whom already have been sold.
“Arise, arise,” he cried so loud,
In a voice without restraint,
“Come out, ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint.
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can call your own,
So go on your way accordingly
But know you’re not alone.”
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
Alive with fiery breath,
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death.
Oh, I awoke in anger,
So alone and terrified,
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried."
Bob Dylan.
Slan,
D.
