Well, since nobody can think of nuthin NEW

[Tommy Tourette]

Oh snap ... nothing like a nice biker attack.

They fuckin live for that shit. They're simple folks.

[Middle Finger]

::thumbs:: ::stir::

[Sinister]

No. I went to the drug store looking for some biker pills and the pharmacist said they ALL were.

::batguy::

Uh....they all were what, exactly? Dipshit. And what "Biker pill" did you want? The ones that give you an IQ? The ones that give you some spine? The ones that enable you to think for yourself? Any and all of them would do you some good.

They all (bikers) were PILLS, dimwit.

You've got it all wrong. I was looking to CURE a steel spine and innate intelligence because it makes me so superior.

The druggist said if I took some BIKER pills, I could end up so fiercely independent that I would always ride the same brand of bike, go to the same bars, dress the same, and try to appear "tough." But he said the "tough" wouldn't last unless I had a group of fellow sufferers all around me to "back me up" and my mind would deteriorate to the point of actually BELIEVING that I wasn't REALLY a shivering dickless coward with a thinly disguised inferiority complex and a tendency to masochism.

So I told him I wanted NONE of that shit as I have seen the effects and they are pitiful.

He even told me I might stick email addresses in my avatars and start thinking it was a secret code or some other pure fantasy.

And when, precisely, did your shrink say your lid snapped completely? You don't even make sense. Are you aware that you are on planet earth, talking to bipedal humanoids? Maybe the Mother Ship is calling you home and the steel plate in your head is messing with the reception from the transmitter beam? Holy shit...there is help for you.....you just need to ask for it.