
"Oh, my darling Clementine..."
Of bloody course I know Dudley!
Fuck, I practically AM Dudley Do-Right! (OK, except for my use of strong language.)
How the FUCK does me not remembering some OTHER guy imply I don't know *Dudley*?!? (It *doesn't*, except you don't know DIDDLY!)
Hey, it's been two or three decades since I used to watch him on the tube, so it's no big fucking wonder I'd forgotten the name of the standing villain (? or, again judging from the name, possibly a lawyer), is it?
[link|mailto:MyUserId@MyISP.CountryCode|Christian R. Conrad]
(I live in Finland, and my e-mail in-box is at the Saunalahti company.)
Your lies are of Microsoftian Scale and boring to boot. Your 'depression' may be the closest you ever come to recognizing truth: you have no 'inferiority complex', you are inferior - and something inside you recognizes this. - [link|http://z.iwethey.org/forums/render/content/show?contentid=71575|Ashton Brown]