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Coonigan has been awye for a whale and has to make up for loss steam. Besides, Coony is our poet blaureate, our mad prophetic bard. We love him, we fear him, we don't understand most of what he says but we sacrifice a chicken and recite the angelus in the hopes that the powers he contains will mercifuly pass over us. But Be'el th' Attazzitmay. My philosophy has always been that - rather than bitching and moaning about posters you dislike - you should rather "be the change you want to see in boyChat." By all means challenge a poster if you think they're incorrigibly wrong-headed or depraved (hi, beracine!), but if you just dislike what is being posted, post more of what you like. Or just whine and bitch about it and add nothing of any value, I really could (as the Americans say) give a Bangor fishwife's fanny. Also, belongs on MBC. |