FOTW Magee Rambus rumpus
Kiddies come out to play
Poor old Mikey. No sooner had he got the kettle on on Monday morning than the pro-Rambus rant squad were skipping breakfast to dribble foam all over their keyboards. Hats off to Henrico for this well-reasoned analysis:
Mike A speaks the truth you dirtbag piece of shit journalist. You always fail to mention the positives for Rambus. Maybe you are bitter because your mommy ignored you when you were growing up. Come on guy she had to make a living on the streets of London! SLRRP! SLRRP! 20 pounds for a BJ! BWARAHAHAHAHAHA! Eat shit Mike! You fucking stink!
Then, just as Mike was settling down to his tea and biscuits, this came in from Jim:
You're a fucking liar and an asshole. How much are you paid to publish lies?
Now hold a minute. Insult the man's mother if you will, but asking for his salary details? Bad form old chap.
For the record, this is how much we get paid to publish lies. Don't like our editorial slant? Get your chequebook out.