Make it wordy

[texasmade]

would you happen to be in possession of the item which you have stated or comprehend that which I have just said?

Lxskllr and darwin should get in here and write a paragraph.

[c.nash]

Two members of this forum named Lxskllr and darwin should open this thread and compose a long example of purpose of this thread.


Snap into a Slim Jim! OHHHHH-YEAH!

[texasmade]

produce a noise with your finger via friction whilst transforming yourself into a meaty consumable product known as a Slim Jim. Exclamtion yes

There goes the neighborhood

[c.nash]

A rowdy bunch of individuals have moved into your community of living and seem to be able to destroy it easily.


I'm Lovin it.

[texasmade]

I am going into a curable state of psychosis and express a strong affection torwards that which I am speaking of.

Pimp down

[c.nash]

A person whom runs prostitutes has been murdered or injured to the point of hospitalization.

Break a leg.

[timholian]

I don't intend to discomfit my readers, but I do need to point out that my comments about SnusOn can serve as a provisional response to its strictures until a more comprehensive treatment becomes available. As this letter will make clear, I can say one thing about it. It understands better than any of us that psychological impact is paramount—not facts, not anybody's principles, not right and wrong. I'm not suggesting that we behave likewise. I'm suggesting only that SnusOn wants to control every aspect of our lives. It wants us to rise, fall asleep, work, and live at the beat of a drum. Then, once we're molded into a uniform mass, we'll be incapable of seeing that it's easy for armchair philosophers to theorize about SnusOn and about hypothetical solutions to our SnusOn problem. It's an entirely more difficult matter, however, when one considers that it yields to the mammalian desire to assert individuality by attracting attention. Unfortunately, for SnusOn, "attracting attention" usually implies "molding the mind of virtually every citizen—young or old, rich or poor, simple or sophisticated".
SnusOn talks a lot about vandalism and how wonderful it is. However, it's never actually defined what it means. How can it argue for something it's never defined? The answer should be self-evident so let me just point out that if we look beyond SnusOn's delusions of grandeur, we see that neither it nor its cultists have dealt squarely or clearly with the fact that we must hold not only it, but also its vassals, accountable for their daft, brutish blandishments. It's that simple.
SnusOn makes up for its lack of wit by shouting like a Vogon. Every store in the country should have that chiseled in large letters over the entryway. Maybe then people would grasp that SnusOn has stated that its dissertations are all sweetness and light. I find such declaratory statements quite telling. They tell me that my dream is for tired eyes to open and see clearly, broken spirits to find new energy, and weary arms to find the strength to oust SnusOn and its presumptuous worshippers from anywhere we find them calling for ritualistic invocations of needlessly formal rules.
In essence, SnusOn's memoranda are based on two fundamental errors. They assume that you and I are morally inferior to footling, paltry vagabonds of one sort or another and they promote the mistaken idea that its mistakes are always someone else's fault. I myself have some advice for SnusOn. It should keep its mouth shut until it stops being such an empty-headed energumen and starts being at least one of informative, agreeable, creative, or entertaining. While this country still has far to go before people are truly judged on the content of their character, if you ever ask SnusOn to do something, you can bet that your request will get lost in the shuffle, unaddressed, ignored, and rebuffed.
Where are the solid statistics that prove that all it takes to solve our social woes are shotgun marriages, heavy-handed divorce laws, and a return to some mythical 1950s Shangri-la? I've never seen any. Yet, its reason is not true reason. It does not seek the truth but only barbaric answers, anal-retentive resolutions to conflicts. The question, therefore, must not be, "Why can't we simply agree to disagree?" but rather, "Is SnusOn hoping that the readers of this letter won't see the weakness of its argument relative to mine?". The latter question is the better one to ask because if the country were overrun by hotheaded dirtbags, we could expect to observe widespread discrimination in our daily lives—stares from sales clerks, taxis that don't stop, and unwarranted license and registration checks by police. Let me end this letter by challenging my readers to defy the international enslavement of entire peoples. Are you with me, or with the forces of elitism and oppression?
***yes, all of that is made up... A joke if you will.... NONE OF IT IS TRUE. The post just said to make it wordy

[BiggieB]

Verbose.

This is how it works in reverse.