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Its weirdly fascinating (for about 10 seconds) to listen to Marcus and Freddy having some 'astute analysis' of some goings-on:
Freddy: "Err.. like.. you knowww.. um.. the way.. humm.. like.."
Marcus: "yeahh.. and.. well.. its like this.. say that.. okay say.."
Freddy: "Hmmmm yessss... I see what you mean and its like.. you know.."
Marcus: "..and lets face it.. I dunno.. its like.. thats what it is and stuff"
Freddy: "...AHAHAHA... ohhhhhhh mmmmmmm yahhh its stuff like mmm"
Idiots.
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it's called cogitating, a mental discipline engaged in by (not you and jealous guy) intelligent beings.
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It may be 'cogitating' but that in itself can be something done by UNintelligent people who are desperately attempting to reach a level of intelligence which is not available to them.
That is where these two find themselves.
Each wants to believe they should find some articulated and sound analysis.
but they cant.
So they end up 'cogitating' to no avail.
But you didn't know that.
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ummm, yeah, excuse me but isn't that a lot of horse sh1t.
Silly boy, you need your grammar corrected. You type - 'That is were these two...
of course it should be - 'This is were those two...
I would not advise you to play with the BIG BOYS stick to the girls and those boys who still wear nappies. 
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Scott it's a shitty forum no one cares about the spelling. but seeing as you are a moron and have brought it up....
the actual spelling should be:
"This is where" not "This is were " - so go ****** yourself and your retarded comments.
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you took too long to notice that planted 'error'. But no matter, wont be long before mummy teaches you how to read without moving your lips and dragging your grubby little finger across the text.
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'planted error' - yeah! - who are you trying to kid - yourself maybe!
05-08-2009, 07:59 AM
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