Game over? (Ultragirl vs Blogger)

But not half as sexy as the superwoman who shows off her strength and invulnerability and then invites YOU to have hot sex with her -- the whole Moxie and Paul Smith thing.

Well I prefer a "femme fatale" every single time. Each to his own, eh Brantley? Your opinions are no more "facts" than mine. Different strokes for different folks.

Le petit mort vs. le grand mort!

Change de disque, Brantley!*


*="Put a different record on!"

C'est vrai!

Huh? :?

De Rien (It's not important), Ultragirl.

What's important is that you take out the Blogger once and for all. Do it now, before she muddies the waters with another installment.

Hey Ultra-babe!


You should come over and check out my new toy. It'll help you loosen up a little.


xxx

Why should it do Ultragirl any more good than it did you?

Yeah, duh.

And you say men are stupid, blogger.

You know, anytime you're ready for rematch, I'm game. I think you'll find things have changed since last we met.

Better watch out, Blogger -- the eyes of Texas are upon you!

And the thighs....

You know, anytime you're ready for rematch, I'm game. I think you'll find things have changed since last we met.

Anytime anyplace anyway you want it, babe! If you want your pretty arse spanked again, you only have to ask.

By the way, doll, what does "things have changed" mean? You've finally learnt to drop all that goody-goody crap and have proper fun?

...And while I'm logged in I might as well tell you about my new educational project. Check out Encyclopaedia Bloggerica on my site.

Feel free to send your own suggestions for adding to the database (those of you that can type).

Logorhea's more like it. Terminal logorhea.

(That's defined as a constipation of thought and a diarrhea of words.)

...And while I'm logged in I might as well tell you about my new educational project. Check out Encyclopaedia Bloggerica on my site.

Feel free to send your own suggestions for adding to the database (those of you that can type).

Education and the mention your name. Now that is laughable. By the way, all those words are already in the dictionary. Dummy. :twisted:

By the way, all those words are already in the dictionary. Dummy. :twisted:

I think you've kinda missed the point there my darling!

My advice is to stick to what you're good at (i.e. looking pretty) and leave the thinking to those of us with brains and beauty. :wink:

By the way, all those words are already in the dictionary. Dummy. :twisted:

I think you've kinda missed the point there my darling!

My advice is to stick to what you're good at (i.e. looking pretty) and leave the thinking to those of us with brains and beauty. :wink:

So what have you done thats so smart?

Your nothing but a bully. And I've never seen a bully with an IQ higher than 10. And since your a super bully you must be super dumb, IQ level in the minus numbers.

By the way, all those words are already in the dictionary. Dummy. :twisted:

I think you've kinda missed the point there my darling!

My advice is to stick to what you're good at (i.e. looking pretty) and leave the thinking to those of us with brains and beauty. :wink:

At least you're right about one thing, I'm definately pretty. We'll see who has the brains when next we meet. I think you'll find the story a bit different this time, shrimp.

So what have you done thats so smart?
Your nothing but a bully. And I've never seen a bully with an IQ higher than 10. And since your a super bully you must be super dumb, IQ level in the minus numbers.

Well, I can use apostrophes correctly, for starters...

I'm definately pretty

True, babe, true. Don't forget though, I'm pretty too. And I can also spell.

Now, we'd all love to know: what makes you so sure things are going to be any different next time I beat the crap out of your sexy body?

I've been drinking milk?

Why would anybody want to "beat the crap" out of Ultragirl, insread of worshipping her sexy body with kisses and caresses?

Blogger, they should send the supermen in the white suits after you!

Why would anybody want to "beat the crap" out of Ultragirl, insread of worshipping her sexy body with kisses and caresses?

Amen to that!

Blogger, they should send the supermen in the white suits after you!

Yes, they should or else this super-vigilante is going challenge her and she can't stop my big black Grand Cherokee SUV since it's about as invulnerable as she is. Hell, it's like the Turbo Interceptor from The Wraith.

I've been drinking milk

What's that, darling? Some kind of code to say "I've been working out cos I wanna be strong like you"? If you want to impress me, you should spend more time in front of the mirror getting your makeup right and less time trying to achieve the impossible.

Why would anybody want to "beat the crap" out of Ultragirl, insread of worshipping her sexy body with kisses and caresses

Just to clear up any confusion that may have arisen here. I wouldn't say I want to knock seven shades of s*** out of her, but I would say that I will if she tries to fight me again. I'd much rather she came to her senses and gave in to her true feelings and worshipped my sexy body whilst I enjoyed hers.

or else this super-vigilante is going challenge her

Just like my dear young friend, Turbo-Boy. We haven't heard from him in a while, have we...

she can't stop my big black Grand Cherokee SUV since it's about as invulnerable as she is. Hell, it's like the Turbo Interceptor from The Wraith.

I could flip that overgrown go-kart end over end towards the horizon by raising a beautifully-arched eyebrow. I could slice it open with a fingernail like a sharp knife through paper. If it hit me, going flat-out, downhill, with the wind behind me, I wouldn't blink. It would crumple up to scrap against my perfect curves like aluminium foil.

Just to clear up any confusion that may have arisen here. I wouldn't say I want to knock seven shades of s*** out of her, but I would say that I will if she tries to fight me again. I'd much rather she came to her senses and gave in to her true feelings and worshipped my sexy body whilst I enjoyed hers.

In your dreams, missy. She isn't the type to give in to people like yourself. :roll:

Just like my dear young friend, Turbo-Boy. We haven't heard from him in a while, have we...

Yes, we haven't but you are underestimating me, my dearest. I am nothing like Turbo-Boy. :twisted: Let's just say I have an evil streak seven shades of red. :wink:

I could flip that overgrown go-kart end over end towards the horizon by raising a beautifully-arched eyebrow. I could slice it open with a fingernail like a sharp knife through paper. If it hit me, going flat-out, downhill, with the wind behind me, I wouldn't blink. It would crumple up to scrap against my perfect curves like aluminium foil.

And you're also underestimating my precious crime-fighting truck. It can regenerate itself back to it's original shape. I don't know if I told you yesterday but it's father was the Turbo Interceptor and it's mother was the '58 Fury from Christine. It was born at the factory like it's mother and trust me, you don't want to upset it or me! And Ultragirl can attest to this, she's seen me and my truck in action catching many a crook.

Ultragirl.

Obviously, you do not have the tools necessary to defeat Blogger, so I dared to think I'd give ya something.

*hands her a Necron Warscythe*

This baby is composed of living metal. Force fields, energy matricies, superior molecular composition, and a long etc, are no protection whatsoever against the blade. Do try to be careful and not slice off your own head.

-OCT