Shove it, Neanderthal!
There are too many flamers in cyberspace as it is and, thankfully, few of them ruin this board. If someone decides to reduce the heat level of this forum, that's a good thing. Besides, this forum was created for the last invasion of kiddies with excessive, signature graphics and shrunken intellects, not to concentrate insults.
Also, you're letting the side down. We British are a civilised race and, unlike the peasant colonials, reserve our swearing for those who won't respond to glaring and contempt.
(That was liberating. Must do it again.)
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.