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Moffie was solely responsible for Arthur John leaving and he also played a major part in the departures of Biltongbek and Ole Cruz.
The irony is we lost a poster like Ole Cruz who is a current test player who gave us insights into one of the world's top-ranked test sides . . . but we retained a pompous, self-absorbed and deceitful old blowhard who doesn't even know what numbers the loosehead and tighthead props wear on their backs!
I wish we'd kept the excellent posters who've left because of Moffie's infantile behaviour and dumped him instead.
Now watch the childish and conceited old liar accuse me of trying to drive him away and call for the board to vote as to whether he stays or not . . . and watch his Servile Gimps rally to his defence!
Pffffffffffhahahaha! Actually I shouldn't laugh . . . it's happened before!
Ou Maaik, Moffie is lucky I call him Moffie as it only draws attention to his general foppishness, his affectation and his penchant for being a drama queen.
There is another more succinct and accurate word for people like Moffie . . . it starts with a "c" and rhymes with "hunt". Would you prefer if I called him that?
Another thrilling and fun-filled Saturday night in the life of Moffie as he spends the entire evening hunched over his keyboard waiting in vain for a Rooinek reply.
LMAO!
Picture the scene . . .
Mrs Moffie:
Why don't we go out tonight? We never do anything anymore . . . you just sit there at your PC.Moffie:
You don't understand, Rooinek got a prediction wrong today! It's one of the greatest moments of my life! I'm waiting for him to reply.Mrs Moffie:
Rooinek? You mean the internet guy who always gets the better of you?Moffie (going red-faced):
He does NOT always get the better of me! He said the Springboks would win today and they LOST so I got the better of him!Mrs Moffie:
Oh . . . so is that why you were cheering every time the All Blacks scored today? Bit sad when you allow your allegiance to be dictated by some random guy on the internet!Moffie:
You don't understand! I really hate Rooinek! He's always making fun of me and exposing me as a pompous and ignorant old windbag.Mrs Moffie:
Well, you are a pompous and ignorant old windbag . . . not to mention a boring and lifeless loser. Look at you sitting there all hunched up with your fingers poised above the keyboard. It's a Saturday night for goodness sake! Can't we do something fun for a change?Moffie (getting a bit tearful):
But this is my chance to get even with Rooinek!
Mrs Moffie:
From what I've heard, it'll take a lot more than a wrong prediction for you to get even with Rooinek. I bet he doesn't waste his Saturday night staring at his laptop screen waiting for you to reply. So what was your prediction for today's game by the way?Moffie:
I didn't make one . . . but Rooinek did and he was WRONG! Oh boy, this is going to be great! Where is he?Mrs Moffie:
He's probably spending some time with his wife or family at a restaurant or a movie or something . . . doing things that normal people do. He'll probably come home later tonight and make fun of you for being such a loser again! Who gets this kind of thrill about someone else's prediction when he couldn't even make one of his own?
Moffie:
He has nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, the All Blacks won! LMAOFY!Mrs Moffie:
LMAOFY? I know what LMAO stands for, what is the FY?Moffie:
Well, it was actually a bit embarrassing . . . I was pretending to laugh on the message board the other day and I made a typo. Rooinek bust me and started laughing at me again so I had to quickly think of something that LMAOFY might stand for and guess what I came up with? I quickly thought of "Laughing My Ass Off . . . For Years"! How clever was that?Mrs Moffie:
That's one of the stupidest and lamest things I've ever heard . . . I've had enough of this . . . I'm going to go watch a movie even if I have to go by myself. You sit here and wait for your pal to reply, I can't flush my life down the toilet just because you're obsessed with this internet person who always gets the better of you.Moffie:
He does NOT get the better of me! That's a LIE! You are a LIAR! I'm taller than you! I have a Kelloggs Cornflake degree! I can integrate X squared and I am TALLER than you!Mrs Moffie:
I'm going, you can make your own dinner.Moffie (sticking out his tongue):
Nyaah nyaah nyaah! I'm successful and I'm tall! The All Blacks won and Rooinek got it WRONG! Where the heck is he? It's not FAIR! Why isn't he replying to me?Mrs Moffie:
Bye!
Pfffffhahahahaha . . . the pompous old fop who up until a few years ago couldn't put a sentence together without mentioning the pretentious single malt whisky he was busy drinking, talking about someone else's drinking!
You couldn't make this up!
One thing I'll take credit for is shutting Moffie up about his repetetive and monotonous blathering on about the whisky or the wine he was drinking. He's been shamed into silence about his own drinking problems so now he makes up these childish fantasies about my alleged drinking habits . . . when he's not snivelling and feeling all sorry for himself!
KitchenerMoffie, good luck finding somone who givs a flying toss about your scotches in winter, your wine cellar or the fact that you can no longer drink normal beer because you wet your adult nappies after a single sip . . . but I'm not that person. Try one of your Gimps.
If Dense suddenly only had one glass of wine that night then you were either lying that night or else you're lying now. Towards the end of that evening, the two of you were squealing about how you were on your 4th bottle of wine while "Rooinek wasn't having any . . . nyaah nyaah nyaah!".
People may not believe that two grown men could possibly be so childish or obsessed with another message board poster but you and I both know it's true . . . Dense hadn't been there for more than about 10 minutes and you two were already taking turns posting on the board posting about how much wine you were already drinking. The fact that you let Dense drive home that night after 4 bottles is digraceful and I have a real problem with drunken inconsiderate louts like you and Dense.
Hehe, here's Moffie . . . his crimson face still dripping with egg and still smarting from the prison-style man-shaming he's had to endure for the last few days . . . trying desperately to rally the Servile Gimps and pretend it wasn't him who's taken a fearful beating. First Medusa, then "Bobbie" and now it seems Moffie is some kind of white supremacist who dreams of ethnic cleansing and racial purification on a genocidal scale.
Oh well, Moffie, at least Dense is still slurping frantically at your Vegemite starfish . . . although one has to question whether the support of a stinking liar really helps Moffie's cause.
Agreed, Dave. Moffie is the only person I know who thinks Jaques Fourie is crap and his constant belittling of a great Springbok with the best strike rate in the modern era is honestly one of the stupidest stances I've seen from someone who professes to know even the basic fundamentals of rugby.
Chuck in things like the fact that Moffie doesn't even know what a Grand Slam is, his ridiculous bias against young players and his laughable ideas on tackling (like the "plant-rush" defence) and you have to wonder if this idiot ever played even 5 minutes of rugby in his life.
Moffie, you're always gloating about these alleged victories that only ever happened in your very fertile little imagination yet you continue to dodge actual competitons like the various Fantasy Rugby comps or Superbru.
If you want to prove a point about your rugby knowledge as opposed to mine then man up and start making actual predictions instead of having a pathetic little pop at other people who are prepared to make actual predictions or player selections. I'm a Fantasy Rugby and Superbru regular and I always have been. My predictions and player selections are there for all to see . . . unlike yours which always seem to happen AFTER the fact. Wehe.
Don't worry Moffie, you can relax, I don't really expect you to enter something that might expose your extremely limited rugby knowledge. I know you're a gutless coward who likes to talk himself up but always ducks a real challenge. You just keep telling your Servile Gimps how wonderful you are and I'm quite sure they'll keep stoking your fragile little ego. That's the kind of obsequious adulation we all know you thrive on . . . rather than these nasty old competitions that keep score and actually measure predictions and/or your knowledge of players.
(Cue some pathetic excuse about not having the time or not getting enough TV coverage!)
Jalepeno
The same as above......
LMFAO
