Gary Coleman secretly wed a woman 18 years younger than him. The 40-year-old cowboy(?) married 22-year-old Shannon Price of Utah. Gary finally lost his virginity and claims to have found the woman with the right amount of looks and intelligence. Now he has someone to throw things at. Awww. Page Six reports:
Price said height wasn’t a consideration because, “He was 10 feet tall to me because he was sweet.” Still, the relationship isn’t without its problems. “He lets his anger conquer him sometimes,” Price admitted. “He throws things around, and sometimes he throws it in my direction.”
I don’t see what the big problem is. Gary Coleman likes to throw shit. Sheesh, wear kneepads. Or do that move where you put your hand on his head and he frantically bats at the air. That’s the cornerstone to a good marriage. Or midget wrangling. Same thing. Now where’s my little Oompa Loompa bride? Hey, get out of the cookie jar! You know I hate footprints on my Chips Ahoy, woman.
D. Richards,
BAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Try as you might, you cannot wriggle out of this one. I figured you would come up with some moronic comment like you did. Face it: You were OWNED. Big time, Baby Boy. Your comments can’t get you out of it.
It continues to suck to be you!
Oh, and D. Richards,
I notice you didn’t even TRY to go back at that guy…….because you know you couldn’t come back at him with anything better.
Sucks to be you, troll.
I just noticed that Gary Colemand is short.
51-2? Where the fuck have you been, honey?
The homosexual says that kind of stuff every other day, to me. This is the first time you’ve ever noticed my fan? You’re not very smart, are you? Are you?! No.
But! Yes, everything my fan said was absolute truth — well, except for the ‘sleeping’ on my keyboard part: I sleep on the floor next to my mother’s bed. I sleep without covers, nor pillow. I shiver but mother forbids me to sleep covered (Jesus was always cold). She says that I’m her ‘little pet’. Maybe one day I’ll kill her in her sleep.
Honestly, typing about flowers and sunshine here at Superficial is the only thing that I have left in this world; I’ve been castrated by women, beaten by men, mauled by animals (after I touched them inappropriately) — I’ve even been a whore; working barracks.
I am a horrible, suicidal mess that deserves death.
D. Richards,
Don’t bother. Watching you be verbally disassembled warms my cold little heart. You were owned. Admit it.
P.S. I didn’t read your post.
Anon, what Mr. Richards says – by say I mean the utterances or indiscernable noises the pitiful creature creates through the rotting holes in it’s deteriorating anatomy and by anatomy I imply the anthropogenic shape that this tired confusing biomorph assumes, air is squeezed through misshapen crevices and thus we have a whistle, farts and snots and coughs and long groaning timbres by vibrating (as it shivers) incredibly osteoporotic bones. The wind wisps through eyeless sockets, in and out of waxing ears, about the ragged and uncut remains of long hair (terribly dating even then the middle age of the psychedelic era of “it”), almost tender nearly silent miniaudibles like a tiny harp chime and tinkle to the tunes in cadence to rotting gases and collapsing vital organic processes. It says “symphony”! We hear, aghast, the haunting of dead tissue screaming for surcease! To ruin and rot! Propel us to decay and let us form soil where at least then for once our useless existence could have purpose be it no more than to sustain the life of a weed.
I digress in description of the man. This shall we say “mass” speaks in truth while lying (if a being knows nothing then each thought is a falsehood), as I am but a shadow of it’s void in this universe – an echo that bounce from nothingness – no substance have I other than to mock the inutterable – to mimic and decry in waste of my own nonexistence.
#4 #5 #7
BRILLIANT!
My freaking sides hurt.
Boyee! I am being so ‘verbally’ assaulted.
Yet, I don’t hear any words. Strange. (I think anonymous may be ‘slow’).
P.S. I love my Anti-clone. She’s so intriguing. And yes, I coined the phrase ‘Anti-clone’. From now on, you shall use Anti-clone to be your name. I allow you.
hey drichards and anon, back to Gary you assleaks
‘Momo’, more like ‘Homo’. Ha!
can his new wifey get him some lotion for those ashy hands
Wow, #60. Such insight. You find material everywhere, doncha?
where is the wife? just like Kucinich nobody wants to see him.
#62? Mr. ‘French’? You must be small, and talk with a lisp.
The whole point of that joke is that it was so incredibly lame — so incredibly easy.
How about you go back to your beret, and egged toast. Nazi.
somebody give Gary a fake ID and have him buy us BEER…
Gary was the 40-year-old virgin!!
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