Mr.Pickles ponders.......Week 2!!!!

Bla, bla, bla....

More shite coming from a useless wind-bag. See Chuckles, your just like all the other buffoons, claim this, post that, then say, "I'm outta here", like the cravenly moron you truely are. A running joke, if you will.

Next time Chuckles, keep your butte kissing, self indulgent ramblings to yourself, they belong in your daisey-musing thoughts, like the clown that you are.

And what would you do if we met in person? Any coward is tough on-line, kinda like, you?

Embarrassing!!!

You know Pickles, I'd love to engage in a debate with you regarding your major.

Would be some fun times...

Which major?

Mr.Pickles studied writing and plastic engineering. Mr.Pickles would love to debate parison injection molding with you anytime you want!!!

Which major?

Mr.Pickles studied writing and plastic engineering. Mr.Pickles would love to debate parison injection molding with you anytime you want!!![/quote:3pvtgou3]

:lol:

Actually more in terms of media, and their tendency to create myths as well as journalist ethics.

If anyone wants to debate which pH is right for precipitation of zinc solids out of acidic plating water, I'll be glad to.
Does anyone know which chemical coagulates solids the best to be put into cake form and caught into a Lamella system?

Yes.

One pee, add Two zeros and finish off with another pee.

I don't deal in poop. Just zinc and metals.

Thing is I could probably get a friend of mine (Steve) to give you an exact answer!

Step away from the encyclopedia, pick up that mop, and get back to work.

Good one. :lol:

I knew you and Pickles had to be some kind of nerdy dorks but I wouldn't of guessed this level of nerdyness. Now I feel bad smacking on you guys cause you were probably the ones always hanging by your undershorts in gym class. BTW Mineral I like the new avatar. See, that's the handy thing about having geeks on the forums is they always have new interesting little trinkets. Guess they need something to do with their evenings :lol:

edit...not worth it!
:whippin:

Indeed.
But my wife and kid appreciate my nerdiness; puts food on the table.
If you had a wife that bitched like mine, you'd find a nerdy hobby too just to get away from it. Football, water treatment and the internet are my only escapes.

What do you call a nerd in the workplace?

Boss.

How's my boy, Johnny Welfare Check?
Make sure he finishes all of his supper tonight. And be safe out there on the street corner tonight. Supposed to get cold in Chicago this weekend.

wouldn't know - you're his mama - ask papa pickles.

lame.
pwned.

great comeback - i just don't know WHAT to say to that - i guess i'll just have to tuck tail & run. OR i could just say...

lame.
pwned.

there - that'll teach ya!! :loser:

Oh man. How am I ever going to recover from that?

But seriously, bundle up tonight. Michigan Avenue can be rough.

ok, ok - i'll meet you there mineral - same time, same place? but PLEASE... can you LEAVE the sheep at home?? the wool makes me sneeze & you KNOW how you get when i sneeze while i'm...well, you know!

Soooo lame.

You got change for a five, right?

LMFAO!!!!

:lol: :lol: :lol:

:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:

i coulda swore they stopped makin 500 dollar bills.


and now mineral says "sooooo lame"!!

get out your friggin thesaurus, jaggoff - you're wastin my time!!!

Just admit it, 4PG:

Mr.Pickles wonders when you ever, as you say, smack on us?

When you can come up with a good one, let Mr.Pickles know, it will be a first, monumental, if you will.

And, Mr.Pickles is proud of being well educated, far beyond your mental capacities it appears, to the point where your jealously shows.

Embarrassing!!!

Gosh, Mr.Pickles leaves for a bit and all of a sudden the bumpkin buffoons have delusions of grandeur.

Tee-Hee!!!

This is the part where vikesrule comes in to defend 4PG's honor.
Well, save your breath, closet Packers fan. If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen. If you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch... and a million other cliches.
If you want to talk smack, fine. But don't come in here busting on me and expect not to get a fresh one served back in your face. Male, female, or the four legged pomeranian with a wig that you call your "girlfriend" that consumes table scraps and has an affinity for peanut butter. You're all equally retarded.