i think it depends on what they are bred for, hunting dogs = smart and show dogs = fucking retarded inbreed why the fuck are you alive
i have always thought boston tarries, bulldogs, pitbulls ect are bred to look mean and are so fucking stupid... every time i see one get excited and want to play i want to put a shotgun point blank to its head and watch the pink mist get all over the place
Too soon, knew the hot button, so, are you another incarnation of the thread's creator?
Did you know that, out there, in society, there are people that feel the EXACT SAME as you claim to, about people that would kill an innocent animal like that.
I call bullshit though. You don't have the right parts missing, you shot your load too soon, no patience, didn't feel the place out, you aren't true, you're a sad pathetic wanna-be.
Don't mind it. It's just whoring for attention -- someone's alt., or a banned bridge dweller.
You know, I get the feeling you cut me a lot of slack. I don't know if it's accurate, but I have the feeling it is. Thanks.
It's nice when the local 5-0 give ya' breaks
haha,go back to wherever you came from.RIU is at full capacity of trolls
If I hadn't just rep'd ya', I'd rep ya'.
the tags for this thread are what?
Trolling? See4, are you playin' with us?
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Adjusting to a 100% legitimate, open, real life is kinda' awkward. I have a new place -- a new "boredom" for lack of a better word. I want to socialize with people. I generally fail miserably at it... Pot smokin' friends would be very nice. The boss lady should have a couple, when we get back to her home turf.
My mind goes to this darker place, normally the thought river is filled with random, a bit of everything... Occasionally, though, the thoughts start to take on a more consistently pressing, darker vibe. It's historically been useful. Being able to instantly pull 8 ways to defeat 3 people in a cell, without getting busted, is a rare and useful talent. But, with no threat around, why the darker vibes? I wonder if it goes with the desire to try to socialize... Even when I was a corporate multi-continent traveler, I didn't want to socialize. I rode in packs of other bikes, but never joined a group, and never thought about patching. I would fall in with a group for the obvious reasons (safety in numbers, and they slow get eaten first.)
I really do appreciate a lot of people around this place, and I'm realizing (slowly -- I don't like change...) that the shitbags generally make themselves known pretty quickly.