Harry, the Harley Riding Rocket
Scientist
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Harry recently sent me this invitation to join his flock, probably so they could steal my man-seed to add some variation to their otherwise stagnant gene pool. I politely declined his invitation ...
Harry Shipley ( received from a NASA.GOV email address, nonetheless!) writes:
saw
your site posted in our Motorcycle Life forum, now I know why they were laughung so had at
it.
Ya right, people are sheep, and so is ya forum
you can respond at (link
deleted to protect the blatantly ignorant).
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Thank you, Mr. Shipley, for the sincere invitation to visit the shallow end of the genetic
wading pool in yet another forgotten pasture that you and those at your sublevel of the
food chain like to call a 'home' on the web...
However, I simply must decline.
My time is rather precious, and if I had desired to work with the mentally retarded as a
career choice, I would have either gone into Special Ed, or opened up a Harley Davidson
dealership. You see, I'm honestly afraid that I really could not care less
about the duh-pinions of yet another useless group of misguided dullard sheep.
I actually expected more intelligence from someone with a "nasa.gov"
email address.
I guess rocket science isn't what it used to be...