Cousin funloser: We have to share the letter t. Caint afford all the alphybit.
Loser: We are all about family here at the funfundvierzig trailer estates. Brother, sister, mom, dad, don't matter. We are as close as your fake funfundvierzig clan. Family love and all.
Cousin Sik: Had a good laugh on loser...He thinks WE are the ones living with Mama. Guess funfundvierzig didn't tell his aliases he had to move back to the Zig palatial trailer estate when he lost that great job with DD awhile ago. I've got that gravy gig staying in the halfway house with free meals and a place to stay. Are you still doing time, or doing the work release thing? We've got it made. Boh of us able to eat free, sleep free, and get our eddication on the guvment. Meanwhile funfundvierzig is living on his savvy investing skills-thus living with Mama in the trailer park. Outhouse included. What with all the brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, girlfriends, boyfriends, and granny and granpa staying there too, no wonder funfundvierzig is such a dour sourpuss in need of a few fake friends on the yahoo board. Well, enjoy our day. We deserve it. Just watch the tainted moonshine. Here's to us.
Fellow funs: Mama says funfundvierzig and fake crew have been invited to be in the trailer park parade later today. She said they are so full of doodoo themselves they probably wouldn't notice they will be required to carry shovels and brooms while marching behind the featured guests: 250 cows, pigs, and horses. His crew are going to put him in the doodoo wagon so he doesn't have to walk--they know how he likes to keep his own hands clean. That's the reason they were invented. Loser is letting him borrow the doodoo wagon (that car he keeps bragging about to nomo) for the day. They are all pretty excited about it.
Careful there, brother Sik. Funfun has his attack kitty loserboy following his every post. Loser's insults lack substance, but it isn't his fault. Funfun won't let him focus on anything but defending him against masked operatives of DD. 24-7.
Brother Sik: Notice Brother Zig's pal loser rushes in to change the subject within minutes. Ma says loser and funfundvierzig and fan of and ag amenn mon and lab boy and so on all sleep in the same bed, and she can't get no sleep cuz it takes an hour or so to say good nite to each other. Kind of like the Waltons. One big happy family only in the same brain. Nite Ma, nite pa, nite brother sik, night brother zig, night and on and on.
Brother Sik: Brother Zig mistook his veeagra pills for the downers hez been on for all these yars. He cain't figger out how things are lookin up while he is still feelin down. Ma says things will be back to normal cuz whut goes up will eventually come down. We'll jist have to knock on "wood" in the meantime and hope she's right. Brother Jack.
Notice all the spamming with trash talk by an avowed DuPont hater about this Corn Cob "gasoline" as if it's something totally new. Ma must have sold the pile of corn cobs from the outhouse supply to this biofuel endeavor, so Brother Funfun can't take his daily crappe. That would make anyone grouchy and ready to use his high falutin phrases. Bio-blunder, bio-bozos, field of screams, he's just full of it today. Lots of hot air and stale gas. Nothing a good dump wouldn't cure.
Brother Sik: Ma says Brother funfun doesn't know they haven't had internet service for years She just puts a stack of printouts about DD's issues from years ago that funfun saved around the time he got canned. That explains why he thinks the old news is current news. Ma says she had to choose between paying the internet bill or sending Uncle Shorty his cigarette money during his latest incarceration.