The IKYABWAI donkey brayed:

I'll bet you flunked your religion classes in grade school.

I'll bet *you* flunked EVERYTHING !

Poopie, I have a question for you: When you clump to the mirror before
leaving your hovel, does the sight of your bedraggled visage send you into a
funky mood, so that you feel as if a noxious miasma from hell itself has
suffused your existence? I only ask because you're always as nasty as
Pierced Dick, as unoriginal as Arnii Krooborg, and (nearly, but not
completely) as inarticulate as Mikey Bug Eater.

I wish I had some words of encouragement for you, but the only constructive
suggestion I can offer is to keep the door to the outside world firmly
closed. You would render a beneficence to the human race if you did not
inflict your dreary, droopy self on any poor souls who have a chance at a
reasonably upbeat day, if only they are spared a chance encounter with the
Grey Cloud Of Poopieness.




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A day without Krooger is like a day without arsenic.