Ask Dr. Goofy

I'm pretty sure I'd never get to use her computer, then!

Het Geezer,

I have this feeling like the next time you warm up a pool stick  by winning 15 out of 18 games, I think you are going to walk out this old shack of mine with a warmed up stick.

Tiny, our older brother was picking om me.  He did not care if it was my Pool Table or not.  Tiny he was bad.

TIny do your special trick where you climb up on a ladder and nobody sees you and jump on his worthless &*%$%()   (&$($($   $(^$( head.

Thanks little bro when you do it. 

Momma Cybergeezer was bad again.   He made me cry.  Momma make him stop.

 CYBER DID YOU HIT RUSTY WITH THE POOL STICK AGAIN???OR PUT THE POOL BALLS WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE???

So Rusty, even though it was your Pool table CyberGeezer still gave you a bit of a lesson hey..

I'm not doing the ladder trick, Geezer shared some of his Chocolate with me and it was good...

Remember what Nana always tried to teach us...

It is not whether you win or loose, but how bad your Azz really can be kicked..lol.. 

Kiss my Arse Rusty, you big whiny baby..    

Oh, Hey brother, I hope your tomorrow is even better than your today.. 

Momma he was a bad boy.  He did not let me shoot a couple of them games and he just told me I lost.  Him being the older test tube bro I had to believe him.

Momma, my older brother does not lie to me does he?  He told me he would not when we went to play pool on my table that has milk crates holding up 3 of the four corners.

Momma ground him.

Geezer,

When you was teaching me pool you ask how I broke my arm and later both my feet.  I sent you  a PM.

I would of posted it here but would require to much editing.  Some of the words are not KPaul approved.

Rusty

Oh wah, wah, wah.    My socks were still wet at bedtime last night from all the crocodile tears I had to wade thru. I was sorta bored yesterday so I wandered down to Rusty Acres to pet his big dog and eat some of his M&M's. Naturally, I found the little weasel in his Sacred Grounds, propped up in a high chair at his "Command Center" next to his beer-frigerator in front of two computers: one tuned in to the AFP, and the other, of course, to porn. Well, what did you expect? The wily skunk immediately tried to borrow some $$$ from me, and when I refused, he scrunched his face up like he does when he tries to think, and suggested we play a couple of games of pool. When I told him we weren't gonna play for money, that's when the first teardrop fell. When Rusty went to rummaging around in a corner, I positioned my face under the out-spout of his M&M dispenser and loaded my jaw until my cheeks bulged out. The smarmy toad returned with an object that made me think he'd taken up archery and was wanting to show me his new bow. No such luck. He handed me his "spare cue" (he only has two: a two-piece hand-carved beauty for himself, and this dog-legged monstrosity for his unfortunate guests) and appointed me permanent ball-racker. Then he proceded to tell me the rules of this game he "invented" (whose rules only he knows, and changes at will) which involves drawing a numbered ball (stolen from his daughters' Bingo game) out of an old urinal. The number you draw is your "secret" ball; if it gets sunk, you lose the game. Fortunately for me, in Rusty's permanently confuzzled state, he regularly sank his own ball in the midst of his extended runs. When, on occasion, I got to take a shot or two, I seemed to have extraordinary luck in dropping (often by accident) his "secret ball". Of course, this game is accompanied by much foul language and threats by a certain little troll who needs a ladder to climb up and shoot. Now you all know the truth of the story. If he invites you over to play, don't accept unless you're able to put up with a LOT of abuse and poor hospitality.

Dr Goofy really needs to look into bannig that cybergezzer and thet tOTAL_mAYhEm needs to get barred from this thread that is elping so many people with their worthless problems.

None of the people that are posting here are geting any valuable help here.  If they  did I sure do not know how a person could be so bad of that my words of wisdomwould help.

Tiny used to listion for a few years and then what happened he started to have to ride a different school bus tha me and geezer.  His was alot shorted.

Momma always told us that he was special and that she loved him more that is why she arranged a chaufeur (driver) for the little punk kid.

I never undestood why Momma also made Sis ride the same special bus with a driver. I guess momma liked her best to.

This is Dr Goofy.

I once again what I started to say and I really do not care to use the scroll bar to figure it out.

Forget it I am gonna get me a pool lesson

Havea great  day

Dr Goofy

When did my little words under my avatar become Dr Goofy? 

When did your level of goofiness reach the doctorial level?