Oh. My. God.

An Ani reference on PvT?

Naomi, will you marry me?

Hey, since the romantic dweep didn't take credit, I'm first post, right? Right?

Wheres Mr Jingles?

No. Please, just one comment string with no dangly parts in it. Please. C'mon. Just this once.

Hey Leibnitz. Look at the pseudonym of the person who posted that first post ... Sorry 'bout that. Not!

God damnit, when will the use of the phrase "NOT!" go away? It's just freaking stupid.

Fuddes, you feisty old screecher! I'm dreadfully sorry to have offended your delicate sensibilities. After all, anyone capable of such cutting edge cuss words as "freaking" is clearly my master in all things lexicological.

I would just say in my defence, if I may, that it wasn't citizens of my small antipodean commonwealth who coined the term, nor was is Auswegians who spread it forth vigorously in all manner of culturally imperialistic forums. Therefore if I use it at all, it is surely in the most flattering of all forms of behaviour -- imitation.

I'll bid you good night, Fuddesy Wuddesy, with a cheery wave and a hearty "Guten nacht!" May your dreams be of a world without "not". Or not (as the case may be).

Belvedere, break out the K-rations, old bean! They're overpaid, overfed, and over here again!

Ladd, how would you like to come over for a nice glass of lemonade? We won't even need to discuss your involvement in creating Version Tracker Pro.

Respectfully Mr assie boy,

Your pithy response to Mr fuddes is barely worth the recycled phosphors it was printed on. You lack any meaningful insight into the subject. Obviously your sense of humor is "only" funny to "you" as it should be. You should seriously consider upgrading your career choice to ditch digger, that way, people will respect you comments. You should also refrain from using words to big for you (you should stick to one syllable words--unless that is to much for your puny brain to handle). For the record, may I say that your general writing style is a like explosive diarrhea in reverse. Do you you know how to even read? Clearly my comments to will be to much for you to understand and you will need to get naomi to draw you pictures of naked wildebeests with crayons before your mind begins to drool. Let me finish my analysis of your comments Mr assie boy by saying NOT!

"squint your eyes and look closer"

I think you mean "more closely." HAND HTH.

I don't care if you can't use italics. Do not use quotation marks for emphasis! Don't do it! Even in jest it is a freaking affront to the English language!

A freaking affront!

"I "have" no" ""idea of" what" ""you" are" "talking "about""."

What-! is% a ?,freaking; affront: "to" `the` (English) ?language?

Yes, I agree with "The Valrus" that quotation marks are a "freaking affront" and should not be used for any "purpose" except those outlined in the "PerversionTracker Official Commenting Guidelines," section 13, subsection 666, sub-subsection 42, because I know you will all concur that "style" is the one "luxury" we cannot live without.

I will be happy to draw the pictures of naked wildebeests (silly, wildebeests are ALWAYS naked!) for anyone who asks, whether they suffer from backward diarrhea or acute constipation (no, you're right, there's NOTHING cute about constipation!) or even if they are just bitterly suicidally lonely and want to commune for a brief yet poignant moment with a fellow wildebeest lover (no, not THAT kind of lover!) so hey, you know, don't be shy.

Ladd only drinks lemonade if it's the hard stuff, and if it comes in gallons, and if he can drive the riding mower.

Vwls r frkng ffrnt t th nglsh lngg nd wll nt s thm n mr! D y hr m! Vwls r fr th frk wldbst lvrs wh cn't mk t wth shp!

Ummm, naked wildebeesties....

Mr Tidwell, you puckered, hairless marmoset scrotum. Congratulations, sir, for hitting upon that most marvellous device of dropping the "u" from "aussie" (and here, purists, I am not using the quotation marks for emphasis). Most amusing, and highly original no doubt.

As for your transparently inflammatory diatribe ...

I should choose not to treat it with the contempt it deserves, and instead turn that contempt on you. I am presently not in the mood for buffoons of any ilk, and what better place to vent my silken spleen than the Temple of Eternal Pain that is PerversionTracker?

However, I am at heart a kindly fellow, if sometimes sharpish of the tongue, and will suffer your pathetic jibes, offering only a patronising pat on the head, and a reminder that you may have missed the point of the entire debate. After all, it was not me who complained about the use of "Not!", and therefore it is of little utility to thrust the word at my chest like a rubber epee. A hit, a palbable hit. Indeed. But the wrong target, the wrong duel, and the weapon of a pratfall clown.

It would appear, sir, that if I am to "upgrade" my career (what a strange choice of word that is, as if careers were software applications, or economy seats on aircraft) to ditch digger, then it may be time for you, too, to receive a promotion -- to shovel cleaner. For I intend to be most industrious with that implement of your choice, clearing away a steaming pile of horseshit left upon my doorstep by one Norm O. Tidwell.

Good day, sir.

Dear a"u"ssie boy,

I am surprised no one else picked up on the name change.

I feel we have established a meaningful relationship here. You don't have to call me by full name, "Norm O. Tidwell". Just call me what my friends call me, "N.O.T."

Do you have pictures of a "puckered, hairless marmoset scrotum"? How did you know that I looked like that!? Just curious.

God bless us all, and I absolve all those who have committed excesses in this thread.

With that out of the way, would those naked wildebeests be prancing upon a sylvan plain? Or maybe a verdant mossy swamp? It's rather important to me to be able to picture the beestian position for technical religious reasons.

Norm O., how could I stay angry with such a delightfully bald and wrinkled codger? If only we could meet now in the front bar of the Condobolin Hotel, wreathed in the second-hand tobacco smoke of a dozen half-drunk morons, where we could pat each other's backs in mutual admiration, clink our glasses together, and spend the afternoon telling outlandish stories of battles never fought and women never won.

Sadly, however, I have to spend the day picking the shipworms from the hull of the 1:500 scale model of the Santa Maria that floats in the brine tank in my attic. Another time ...

Ummm, are those naked shipworms?