I refer to your latest discharge of plebeian verbiage; in which, you have proven, once again, that there is no such thing as unutterable nonsense. Rumor has it that you are almost incomprehensible in person (as revealed by your desperate urge to babble nonsensically on message boards.) No doubt, this rumor is true.

Are you normally this dumb or are you just having a blonde moment? You couldn't get a clue during clue mating season in a field of clues if you smeared your body in musk and did the clue mating dance. Have you ever noticed that whenever you sit behind a keyboard, some idiot starts typing? I suggest you need Mark Twain's advice; "It is better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt."

What possessed you to think that you were capable of being entertaining or interesting to read? There's nothing wrong with you that couldn't be cured with a little Prozac and a polo mallet, or, better yet, suicide. Maybe you wouldn't be such a Jerk-In-The-Box if that pimple on your ass hadn't turned out to be a brain tumor; if your weren't so fat that you look like The Michelin Man man on steroids, or if you didn't have a face that is registered as a biological weapon. Nah, of course you would.

In conclusion, as your clue meter is reading zero, lets see if this registers: Get lost, jackass!