Comments on: Ralph Nader is Going to Run for President

By: Cavetrollhead

Cavetrollhead — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:49:59 +0000

Ha Ha Ha
Come on,
You know I am just teasing good old Chuck.
Er I mean good young Chuck.

By: Pickles

Pickles — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:32:09 +0000

Cave you’re mean. I’m sure Chuck is still very handsome. I think of him as blond and you as brunette. I have chestnut hair and am 5′4″ and am small boned but no freckles since I was little. I have to take off for a party. Bye.

By: Chuck C

Chuck C — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:10:30 +0000

ONCE!?!

By: Cavetrollhead

Cavetrollhead — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:10:04 +0000

I shouldn’t type while you are on pain medication.

By: Cavetrollhead

Cavetrollhead — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:08:59 +0000

BTW chuck I think Carrie has red hair freckles and Pickles is a short brunette . Stumpy is short, has an impish grin loves steak. I picture you, Chuck as a man in his fifties who was once very good looking and looks a lot like his dad.

By: Cavetrollhead

Cavetrollhead — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:06:31 +0000

Woops I called you Cuck! One day I am going to type out some profanity and get banned from this site.

By: Chuck C

Chuck C — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:06:00 +0000

See!?!

By: Cavetrollhead

Cavetrollhead — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:04:55 +0000

Same type of thing here in Utah Cuck. Most people here agree that we need to get more nuclear power plants but no-one wants to store the Nuclear waste in their state, even though it is far safer than running oil and gas rigs all over the freeway. ( I am referring to Chucks post at 7:26)

By: Chuck C

Chuck C — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 01:56:18 +0000

I shouldn’t be allowed on here when I’m on pain medication.

By: Chuck C

Chuck C — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 01:54:59 +0000

Pickles. I picture you with freckles. Do you guys ever picture the people who post on here? Stumpy, if I was a novelist I could describe you really well by the way you write. But then I suppose maybe it is you who is the novelist and you actually live in a Park Avenue penthouse and the hillbilly is just shtick. I hope not… overalls, a rifle across yer lap as you rock back and forth in that old wooden rocker. Squirrel stew simmerin’ on the pot. Yer big ol’ jackass out brayin’ in the barn… I wish I had your tranquil life.