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You're a particularly nasty brand of hateful SOB aren't you? Sucks to be you.

Dear Winner;

This 31st day of March 2017, the entire staff of Microsoft Corporation (Promotion Department) wish to inform you that you have just been selected as a lucky winner from the Microsoft email draws that is usually held twice in every year.

Microsoft Corporation organize this promotion offer in other to compensate consumers of the product in the world at large for their infinite supports towards the growth of the company.

Hence you have won $850,000 USD (Eight Hundred and Fifty Thousand United States Dollars) and you are expected to fill and send back the following for claims:

1.Full Name.............
2.Address...............
3.Sex...................
4.Marital Status........
5.Age...................
6.Country...............
7.Occupation............
8.Telephone Numbers.....

Kindly complete the prize claims form above and send to your claims agent Mr. Gregor Raymond via email: (microsoftclaimsgreg111gmail.com).

Congratulations!! Once again.

Yours in service,
The Award Team
(Microsoft Corporation)

"Will you hold on for a minute. If we get disconnected will you please call me back? I'll be right back. I'm sorry, I'll just be a minute." I put the phone down, hit play on the internet porn I spooled up while accepting the call. The volume's on high, but muffled by my hand. Periodically, I check back with the telemarketer reassuring that I'll be right back, that, "I'm almost done." Sometimes I yell at my imaginary cat, Mittens, giggling "Stop, stop Mittens, that tickles. Go away, no, no... don't lick that. Oh, come on. Get outta here! Mittens, no! (laughing, cackling, giggling). Picking up the phone, I'm so sorry, just one more second... thank you so much. Muffling the phone again with my hand, letting small blurbs of the internet track through to the phone's mic...

Your a winner, yee haw. Quit your job yet???

"Will you hold on for a minute. If we get disconnected will you please call me back? I'll be right back. I'm sorry, I'll just be a minute." I put the phone down, hit play on the internet porn I spooled up while accepting the call. The volume's on high, but muffled by my hand. Periodically, I check back with the telemarketer reassuring that I'll be right back, that, "I'm almost done." Sometimes I yell at my imaginary cat, Mittens, giggling "Stop, stop Mittens, that tickles. Go away, no, no... don't lick that. Oh, come on. Get outta here! Mittens, no! (laughing, cackling, giggling). Picking up the phone, I'm so sorry, just one more second... thank you so much. Muffling the phone again with my hand, letting small blurbs of the internet track through to the phone's mic...

[quote=Fireball2]
Hoe lee fu ck.

Hi pot. I'm Kettle. You're black.

I see the same dozen guys do the same tired old bullshit every damn day. Get on here run their mouth, ride good people down, trying to one-up everybody with their particular brand of bullshit. That's what it is, pure garbage. I've met the OP in person, gone hunting with him, damn fine man in every way. Gentle as a mouse, kind to a fault. You guys ridicule and make fun of him no end. Tell you what, if you needed anything, I bet he'd help you if he could. So that makes you morons either a mindless bully, or an idiot, and it's not hard to see probably both.

You guys just refuse to see, because you think you're cute. tzone called me out the other day about not moving cuz I was bitching about where I live. When I point out my house is sold and I AM leaving, silence. Just a pot stirring sheithead. Got nothing but garbage to offer. Same as the rest of you. You make what could be a fun, civil place just a shame and a disappointment.

Ask any guy I've ever done a deal with on here or anyone that I've ever spent time with how I am. Just pick any one, any one or all of them. I have guys contact me on here daily, ask them how I respond, if I'm helpful, courteous, respectful. I treat people how they treat me. You come at me, I come right back at ya. You campfire azzholes kick people around and expect them to lay down for it? Not hardly. Go back and see how you guys come at people. unlike most here that are too nice, I RESPOND to your garbage. You're the HYPOCRITES. Guys like wageslave, Steelhead, et al make sport of getting a rise out of people, and it's all fun and games. True enough. Plain as hell for everyone to see.

But by Gawd anybody say anything in their own defense, or worse yet, throw it right back in the same style, oh holy hell, we just can't believe what an azzhole that guy is can we?

Nah, everybody sees right through the BS. Most won't say BOO because they don't want to be the recipient of a Campfire dogpile. F'you guys, each and every one. You're azzholes for real and proud of it, and everyone sees it, they're just too damn nice to say anything about. I'm not that nice. I can't imagine anyone in person acting like you flaming azzholes making it too long without lots of dental work. You know who you are, and you're proud of it. You start sheit and expect people to take it? Most will, I guess that's why you get away with it.

If there's any doubt who these pricks are, just watch them follow this post. If they're smart they'll know they've been had, but they aren't, and they'll run their mouth. If not here, elsewhere. Same dozen azzholes, different day.

Oh my, who would have guessed that Firepuzzy is playing the 'look at me' card again.

I figure your wife should know you better than any of us, and she ain't impressed either.

Hoe lee fu ck.

Hi pot. I'm Kettle. You're black.

Not me writing that. My wife.

If there's any doubt who these pricks are, just watch them follow this post. If they're smart they'll know they've been had, but they aren't, and they'll run their mouth.

Here's an email that I sent to a computer nerd buddy after getting off the phone with the Indians a couple months ago.

I got a call today from "Robert from windows security." He called last night about 6P and asked if I was on my computer. I told him no, but I could get to it. I told him I'd have to turn it on (it already was), and he said he'd hold while I fired it up. I made sure that took about three minutes. He then asked what I saw, and I told him "a guy fly fishing on a Canadian stream," he didn't get it, and asked again, then told me he'd transfer me to his manager. Five seconds later "Jack Thompson the manager" came on................and after about ten seconds drifted back to "Robert's" voice again. I guess I wasn't supposed to notice that.

So "Jack" walks me through the buttons on my keyboard until he can get me to hit the windows/R combo to pull up the small black screen. In the meantime I've already dialed off the wi-fi and am still just admiring my pretty screensaver. He then has me punch in a command, so I type on my spacebar for good sound effects, then he asks me to hit return and asks what I see. I tell him my spyware program was warning me that something was wrong, so I ask what I should do next. He then has me type a huge web address into the browser bar while I make him REALLY work for it...............repeating many of the letters and acting confused about where I was supposed to put the dot. He then asks me to hit the send button and I again tell him my spyware program is warning me, and ask if he can help me past this. He then tries a third approach, and I again make him really work for it. When I hit send that time (again, only using the spacebar) I tell him that the warning came up again, but now my computer is completely frozen and I'm not sure what to do. While he's scratching his oily head in India, I tiptoe to the front door and hit my doorbell and announce that I've got company and have go, but that I really appreciated his patience in trying to help me. He wanted to call me back in an hour but I told him i'd be dinner time, so maybe tomorrow. When I hung up the timer showed 15min.................a new personal record!

Two more calls came in tonight from the same number.

Wow! Who would ever think two of us from the same forum would score? What were the odds?