re: You won't believe this, I know who Mizzou's new basketball coach is (Seriously)

Noob nonsense is nonsense. 1st and last time I engage in rant convo with you because I'm above speaking to a noob. I'm better than you.

Dude, please. Your alter arse can't even play second fiddle to my morning shite.

Noob.

Braves field polluter.

Kinda bummed the OP doesn't have more downvotes.

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Are you calling me a noob? I just joined the rant a few days ago and I'm already a better poster than you will ever be. Your reputation as the worst poster on this board (besides possibly beaver) is known throughout the south. Please never post here again

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swerve

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Everything about you, from your shitty Plebeian avatar to acting like you can call out Killz, one of the most talented and respected posters on the Rant, is pure unadulterated shite. There absolutely is an order to this place, and you better believe you are the person wishing they were the guy scrubbing bed pans.

Here's my impression of you - "uhhh I'm better than you and beaver even though I don't say anything worth reading and like to stick GI-Joe's in my butthole"

I would rather get infected with Malaria where that Malaria actually had it's own case of the HIV than read one more of your lame fricking posts. frick off.

Just for calling out one of the 2 or3 top posters in the history of TR~~SEC Rant you get a down vote and some free advice.

Just GTFO.

Darrell want a be.

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"Mark's a weirdo. I never understand anything he says. That's why I married him! He's a weirdo, but at least he's interesting. There's never a dull moment," my wife said with a subtle wink.

"Thanks, hun! She speaks the truth, ya know. Now what were we talking about?"

"Marshall."

"What? What did you just say?"

The table got quiet. My eyes got big and my mouth dropped open. I said, "Did you just say what I think you said?"

My friend, looking down at his/her plate of linguine and clam sauce, slowly looked up and surveyed the room. I noticed that there was no excitement on his/her face. Just controlled panic. Deer in headlights.

The jubilant conversation dropped down to a whisper.

"I said nothing. I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"You said something and I'm pretty sure I know what you said. However, I get it. I'm not going to push too hard in a public place. Can you at least do me a favor?"

"I'm not sure."

"Can you just nod your head yes or no so that I can sleep better tonight? Yes for I heard you right, or no for that isn't the guy. I mean, you can't leave me hanging after a statement of that magnitude."

My friend didn't provide me with an answer. Instead, he/she poured oil onto a small bread plate. He/she then poured a little puddle of dark brown balsamic vinegar into the middle of the oil and shook some Parmesan cheese on top.

He/she lifted a spoon into the air, looked me straight in the eyes, and smirked. The lawyer took the spoon and inscribed the following into the oil: Y.....E.....S.

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That is not how you spell KIM

Killlllllllllllllz, choke on that plate of pasta.

I don't know how Killz posts his bullshite with utter impunity, but I'm glad he does. He's the troll the SECr needs and the troll the SECr deserves.

lmao Who is the coach now?