Here's To Our Future
My heartfelt thanks to all of my fellow Brownstoner addicts who showed up last night and made our gathering an absolutely fantastic event. It was wonderful meeting new friends and being reacquainted with old friends. To those who wanted to attend but couldn’t, hopefully we’ll have another party somewhere down the road. Special thanks to…
My heartfelt thanks to all of my fellow Brownstoner addicts who showed up last night and made our gathering an absolutely fantastic event. It was wonderful meeting new friends and being reacquainted with old friends. To those who wanted to attend but couldn’t, hopefully we’ll have another party somewhere down the road. Special thanks to you Mr. B for allowing me to announce the event in the Forum and for joining us in the celebration. And I promise this is my last Forum post for awhile!
You all left way too early. I couldn’t escape from work until almost 10, and by the time I got there I couldn’t find anyone.
Homes here are still selling What. And not at any big discounts as you were predicting. There is no depression and life goes on. There will be little or no inflation next year either.
“You just go around here and you do not understand the crap I had to put up with.”
Awwwww, can someone please get The What a tissue. We know you’re a delusional, misogynistic homophobe. But I underestimated the extent of your egocentrism. Sorry to break this to you buddy, but it wasn’t about you.
And the next time anyone thinks we obsess about you, we’ll have to point out the fact you’re up to six posts on my thread and it’s not even noon yet. And nobody mentioned you here until you showed up.
My mistake, slopefarm. May I call you Slopey? We don’t have hay here in Crown Heights, this being the urban wasteland everyone says it is, although I’m told there is locally grown herbage in every neighborhood.
“Hey What, when are you going to admit that you didn’t call the “Mutant Asset Bubble””
Hey where in the hell you picked up this guy from??!! Was he lying on the sidewalk or something?! Someone please give this asshat a primer on you man The What, detox this fool and send him back!
The What (Now it’s the new Asshats I have to deal with)
Someday this war is gonna end…
“Sorry, What, I’ve never liked cocktail weenies. But feel free to keep your little soldier on duty. Far be it from me to keep a man from his imagination.”
Great to drag you from your element MM. Makes my feel good.
“you are a f’ing loser the way you talk to people, what.”
rob or is it Rob Ok let’s go. You just go around here and you do not understand the crap I had to put up with. I know you”re feel all warm and fuzzy from you little circle jerk last night. Don’t worry it gets better…
“What, in the end, the event was not about you. It was about a good community of people getting together. Please take it down a notch, and if you can’t, get some help.”
RRRRRIIIIIGHHHHHHHHHTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!! Then what was it “about”? You Asshats swore up and down that I was wrong. I was wrong, I underestimated the force of the imploding of the Mutant Asset Bubble! WQhen the wheels started to fall of of the MAB, that bitch Biff had no choice but to go thru with that bullshit party! Damn you had to get back the G building before 10:00 PM, LMMFAO!!
Now Boys and Girls I would like to call this period of time “The What strikes back”!
The What (The Reason!!!)
Someday this war is gonna end..
Hey What, when are you going to admit that you didn’t call the “Mutant Asset Bubble”, and admit that your so-called “Mutant Real Estate Bubble” in NYC is showing far more signs of actually being “Frothy Real Estate Head” more than an actual “Mutant Real Estate Bubble”? Admit it dude, you sound like John McCain and have no clue what is actually happenin’.
Thank you Biff!
Sorry I didn’t get to talk to everyone. I have to admit that it felt weird to be there, but I am glad I made the effort and met a few people.
MM: Great bitch slap to the what! (Yes, what, you are our bitch.)
I hope the B’stoner lurker I met last night registers and joins our family.
Hope to see some of you tomorrow on the Bed-Stuy house tour. (I’ll bring my Arab friend, Dave, if you stay in town.)
It’s one thing to tolerate the what’s nasty, vulgar invective posing as argument. Or even his glee at the imagined hardship of others. It’s another when there are intimations of actual violence.
What, in the end, the event was not about you. It was about a good community of people getting together. Please take it down a notch, and if you can’t, get some help.
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Montrose — handpicked hay from Bhutanese nuns is so 2007 here in the South Slope. We’re all locavores now. We grow our own hay in our cellars with sunlamps, and if the crop fails, we buy from a collective in Red Hook. Sorry for the outing.