Sandy Loam

"What's Next To The Moon."

Glad to know that we found out today that July is Disability Pride month, because that leaves Peefoam only two days to officially celebrate his mental-disability pride.

Rusty barely had over 8,000. I'd be surprised if all of the accounts combined totaled more than 11,000, honestly. I've stopped with name calling, mom jokes and using certain terms to describe Trump and MAGA, so hopefully this handle will survive.

That's you.

Give me a break. You spend all day here beating your chest like a rock ape, engaging in macho exhibitionism and bragging about winning. Now you really know what I do all day, so know that when you mock this stuff that I find it quite amusing, and I very much do have better things to do than plant my ass here all day to feverishly pad my post count and act like king of the leaderboard hill is a good thing. Pathetic!

Nothing better to do but post here = productive. During the day, I'm doing a bunch of different things at once. For example, I just closed an investment that will pay me about $1,360. A client reached out and needed to change her bank info, so I'm about to send that over. And just seconds ago, I got a text inquiring about disability insurance, one of myriad things that I handle. I could make a few grand off that. I have north of 1,500 clients, work 20-25 hours a week and likely make three to four times what you ever did in law enforcement. I don't have a boss, take days off when I feel like it and have unlimited vacation. I could pick up the phone, make a half dozen phone calls and make thousands of dollars. Meanwhile, I'm engaged in myriad volunteer opportunities, including community theater, animal rescue, the food bank and a non-profit that provides services for mentally handicapped adults. I have a lot of hobbies as well, including landscaping, making music, traveling, cooking, making stuff in my garage, etc. I could retire today if I wanted to but love my work-life-volunteerism balance. When I do retire, I'll be quite comfortable with my two pensions, Social Security and investments. Mock the profession I've been in for more than a decade all you want, but what I do is the fastest way to make what doctors and lawyers do without some expensive schooling and insanely long work hours. And I worked my ass off to get here. Meanwhile, you have nothing better to do than stink up a low-rent, lightly trafficked message board with your raging toxic masculinity. No one cares, message board tough guy.

14,760.

I wouldn't call almost 120,000 posts here in less than nine years as "productive."

This Horseman flailing reminds me of that scene in "Alien" in which Parker whacks Ash's head with a pipe, causing him to spazz out.

And it takes him more than half a day to come up with something that fails to outfunny even Peefoam.

It took you 14 hours to come up this? Did you step away from the forearm to recount your richness?

A tsunami is headed for THE MOON.

Seeing as Peefoam has created another useless thread from the department of redundancy department, let's move the discussion into a more productive direction. What would you like to discuss, Sux? 1980s hair bands? Cats? Peanut butter? The floor is yours, sir.

Everyone but him did, too!

I remember when you locked down the title of Worst Poster of All Time.

So says the "rich" retired guy who spends all day here instead of enjoying life with his "hot" wife.

Colbert!

Nothing clutters up space like Uranus.

The result of roll 1 is: [934, 708, 864, 510, 44] -->3060<--

Done.

Your ongoing obsession with my life is creepy.

Always fun to see this self-proclaimed "alpha" get put in his place. Happens daily and sometimes hourly around here.

You more than met the criteria for the Fraternal Order of Manhattan Morons. Congratulations!

You percolated on this response for 13 hours.