I am Iron Man

http://www.flickr.com/photos/73688745@N05/10489795584/



Trunky fears me.

On Sun, 27 Oct 2013 02:29:44 -0700 (PDT), twobuddha
wrote this crap:

On Saturday, October 26, 2013 2:51:03 AM UTC-7, wrote:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/73688745@N05/10489795584/ Trunky fears me.

More like you are Iron Dork. A grown man spending a bunch of
money on a superhero suit than sitting in a VFW drinking

I have money. You don't.

cheap booze thinking he is impressing his fellow
daytime alcoholics?

I have friends, you don't.

I have a Superhero room. You don't. Just think about all the stuff
you're missing while you're wasting your time trying to sign up at
www.healthcare.gov

Service guarantees citizenship. Trunky fears me. Would you like to
know more?

On Sun, 27 Oct 2013 14:16:20 -0700 (PDT), twobuddha
wrote this crap:



Yeah. How do you change your diapers when in your
Iron Man costume, Iron Man?

I don't **** my pants like you do when faced with an Army of Death. Of
course you **** your pants when faced with a squad of Barbie dolls.
Even the thought of Detroit causes you to pee or you would show up
here, the toughest city in America. I can see you riding your little,
duct-taped scooter here to Detroit and having it stripped away from
you even before you can squeak, "Which way to the Vathcave?" squeak
squeak.



Service guarantees citizenship, except when you have a Kenyan-born,
military-hating, disbarred, socialist resident in the White House.
Trunky fears me. Would you like to know more?

On Saturday, October 26, 2013 5:51:03 AM UTC-4, wrote:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/73688745@N05/10489795584/

Trunky fears me.

It will be Ironman vs. the mighty Truncules!

Or Trunkenstein. Or Count Truncula. Or Schattman. Or Sodzilla.

On Sun, 27 Oct 2013 15:45:35 -0700 (PDT), twobuddha
wrote this crap:


I don't **** my pants like you do when faced with an Army of Death.
Nah, you crap yourself anytime you think of being faced with one guy. Me.

I laugh at you. Riding that silly scooter covered in duct tape. Real
men have Harleys.

Of
Even the thought of Detroit causes you to pee or you would show up
here, the toughest city in America.

Why in the name of Iron Dork would anyone want to show up in Detroit,

Come here and find out.

the asshole of America? And you don't live in Detroit.
Not quite sure where you live, you're a pathetic coward
who hides his location and identity, Iron Man.

Like any Superhero I have to keep my identity a secret.

I can see you riding your little,
duct-taped scooter here to Detroit and having it stripped away from
you even before you can squeak, "Which way to the Vathcave?" squeak
squeak.

More likely to find you in the drunk tank, Iron Dork. Not to mention
that I see no point in riding across the plains. Boring, boring. Like Michigan.

Michigan is a paradise this time of year. You will never see the fall
color change from Seattle.


Trunky fears me. Trunky fears Michigan.

On Sun, 27 Oct 2013 15:58:05 -0700 (PDT), Dave Stallard
wrote this crap:

On Saturday, October 26, 2013 5:51:03 AM UTC-4, wrote:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/73688745@N05/10489795584/

Trunky fears me.

It will be Ironman vs. the mighty Truncules!

Or Trunkenstein. Or Count Truncula. Or Schattman. Or Sodzilla.

How about, "Scooterzilla?" I picture a monster riding a tiny
duct-taped moped.


Coming soon to a theater nowhere near you, "Scooterzilla, the curse of
Seattle."