T1B

So to recap: I ran ML in a few posts. What a fucking tard.

Sure, go saw some limestone with an unalloyed copper saw and chisel. See how that works out. Now cut a bout three million such blocks, each a few tons, some many tons, and miraculously have them all fit together so tightly that you couldn't fit a playing card between them. The pic provided is obviously some recreation of what has been proposed, etc. But the real issue that neither you nor the hamstrung Egyptologists can address is the purpose and function of the pyramids. The idea of allowing the ancient Egyptians to have had amazing skills is all good and well until we are forced to ask...well, what happened to all that knowledge? How did a people without the wheel, and whose ships couldn't even "tack" because they were limited to the square sail, a people with no metal at all except for gold and copper--both easily mined (they're always together) and rendered into jewelry, etc., well how did they possibly conceive and design the miraculous radiant energy generators that were the pyramids? How come they simply degraded and atrophied, forgetting all about the wireless lamps and various other absurdly modern inventions that wouldn't be developed elsewhere for millennia?

As for the feeble attempt to defend the NIST report as far as the obvious controlled demolition of the WTC towers, a simple photo reveals the multiple planned detonations bringing the ol' gal down. The preparation was easily covered up by the months long "asbestos renovation" carried out by the new owner, the slippery Silverstein.

pop...pop...pop.....and down it goes, in its own footprint.

various other absurdly modern inventions that wouldn't be developed elsewhere for millennia?

You mean there's more?

Jay in Phoenix wrote:

Goober McTuber wrote:

Jay in Phoenix wrote:
Well buddy, you are the reigning king of KC smack

Are you doubling down on your stupidity?

Jay in Phoenix wrote: and Last Word Whoring

Not sure what you're laughing at Gobbles

It would be pretty obvious to anyone other than a poodle-fellating retard.

Goober McTuber wrote:It would be pretty obvious to anyone other than a poodle-fellating retard.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN A MADISON BACK ALLEY

Goober slaps his laptop cover closed, satisfied again with his continuing contributions to T1B's downward spiral. "Heh, that'll show that poodle felching dumb ass." he beams. He takes another swig of cheap rotgut whisky with the fancy upscale label he glued on it. "Can't let anyone know the truth about my collection" he belches, vomiting bile and sperm all over his shirt. The bum with the quarter backs away from him, pulling his dick out of Goober's drooling, pursed lips. "Sick bastard." the bum says, "that's the last time you get paid by me for your stupid habit." He slinks off down the alley, tucking away and cursing, leaving Goober down on his knees in supplication to his fantasies.

He flips the cover of the laptop back open and logs onto his photo files. "Ah...memories he sighs." gazing upon a picture from his misbegotten and troubled youth.



"The good ol' days, just me and Missy." he grins. "Think I'll post a few more Last Words about Jay having poodle sex. That'll show him, the filthy pup fucker." He gazes longingly at the pooch he once screwed into oblivion, the bite marks on his shriveled, tiny member still throbbing painfully after all these years. He pulls one more time on the horrible, shitty booze. He smacks his lips, wishing inwardly it was Missy's cotton puffed wiener instead of a bottle.

"Ah well," he muses wistfully. "guess it's time for some more witty repartee and Last Word excellence."

He taps on the keyboard, typing the same, tired, repetitive lines he's used a thousand times over. "I know you are but what am I? I know you are but what am I?" he brays. "God, I kill at this stuff."

Just then, another bum wanders by, a couple of quarters in hand. "Oh, hey Moving Sale." Goober perks up. "Ready for your usual?" he asks. "No you freak." Sale says, "I just felt sorry for you. Stop blowing us for change, it's creepy."

A 6-paragraph IKYABWAI. You've truly outdone yourself.