tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190360416146499994.post6394539902789532683..comments2023-10-17T07:36:42.760-07:00Comments on The Madness of a Recluse / Aesthete: The HunterNigel Tewksburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533190577087557298noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190360416146499994.post-43939501249033251692008-10-21T16:11:00.000-07:002008-10-21T16:11:00.000-07:00Oh,Ladies, give up! You don't understand my Nigel ...Oh,Ladies, give up! You don't understand my Nigel as I do. He is a pussycat and not a wild beast at all! One must only go inside oneself and then come out again to understand him. Tsk, tsk...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190360416146499994.post-37810249422698941042008-10-20T15:26:00.000-07:002008-10-20T15:26:00.000-07:00I'm curious as well. Did you ever find out why, ex...I'm curious as well. Did you ever find out why, exactly, feminists should be outraged?<BR/><BR/>I consider myself to be somewhat of an enlightened female. And I like to get drunk. And wild. And morose. And obnoxious. <BR/><BR/>Not that I'm not obnoxious to begin with. <BR/><BR/>Is there something wrong with rubbing decency arse side up?Vigilantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08731048401373857205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190360416146499994.post-11728958340026393362008-10-13T10:20:00.000-07:002008-10-13T10:20:00.000-07:00"When I'm drunk I am a rogue and I treasure my rog..."When I'm drunk I am a rogue and I treasure my roguish soul more than I treasure my modified Lotus Elan. While most people spend their lives looking for comfort and money, I spend my life looking for entertainment and experience because I believe these are the only worthwhile things in our artificial world. So I dress myself up in fine, tailored clothing because I want to be the good shit and not the ugly shit or the shit that doesn't know any better. Those in baseball caps and printed blazers are swine; they are scavengers. But me, I am a large, exotic cat--come stroke me if you dare--and I prowl on penguins and drive real fast. The power to weight ratio of my car will knock the cap off your common, greasy head. "<BR/><BR/>love it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190360416146499994.post-5826881542338346722008-10-06T09:17:00.000-07:002008-10-06T09:17:00.000-07:00Though it piques my curiosity, the act you describ...Though it piques my curiosity, the act you describe sounds physically impossible. <BR/><BR/>Can we make those million feminists into 2 or 3? Although I think I have done that already in my youth... <BR/><BR/>Did you not read the part where I expressed my deep regret? Or were you too busy being a reactionary? Incidentally, you push the "shift" key to produce capital letters. Give it a try sometimes. If you are lucky, it will give your vague, vulgar images an ounce of credibility. Well, maybe not quite an ounce... <BR/><BR/>I am curious. Why should feminists be outraged? I believe women should be allowed to get drunk and wild too.Nigel Tewksburyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11533190577087557298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190360416146499994.post-61397457922883922942008-10-06T09:01:00.000-07:002008-10-06T09:01:00.000-07:00are you seriously real? hope for a million feminis...are you seriously real? hope for a million feminists to sit on your balls and make you pee on your favorite pocket triangle.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com