This is the melodramatic response, thread. For the sake of all that is good and true, melodramatic replies only, please.

Why can't you treat me with the respect I would get from ANY STRANGER ON THE STREET!

The Primal Scream against patriarchy! All are punished. ALL ARE PUNISH-ED!

'aint it true!!!!!!!

HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN LOVE YOURSELF?!

R4 ...because I learned it from The MASTER OF HATING ME. All I ever wanted was for you to love me and all you gave me was a slap and a song. Svengali of my heart, release me!

Why?!

R4

Seriously though, I implore you: Why can't you treat me like I would be treated by any stranger on the street?!!!

Have you SEEN the price of walnuts?! Is an agricultural apocalypse at hand?! Is this why that seedy seed bank in Iceland was constructed?! Is Gaia entering an Ice Age state of agricultural barrenness?!!!!!

Bah!

ENOUGH!

Why can't you treat me like I would be treated by any stranger on the street?! WHY?!!!!!!

Do you really want t know what I think of you, DL? THIS is what I really think of all of you!:

I love the smell of napalm in the morning

OP!! WHY IN GOD'S NAME IS THERE A COMMA IN YOUR FIRST SENTENCE?! THERE ARE STARVING CHILDREN IN AFRICA WHO WOULD LOVE TO HAVE THAT COMMA!! DO NOT WASTE COMMAS!!!

You mark my words---one day you will live to regret this. And it will be too late.

R15 How DARE you! That's my personal, creative pattern! It's meant to evoke the pattern of my dear, late Grandfather's speech, who always hesitated when discussing matters of the heart. What do you know about matters of the heart? What do you know about the wounds he suffered from The War, that could only inch towards healing with each, momentary pause of his speech?!

R16 What do you know about regret? Regret is the lover I hold close at night, we two linger over the passing of the day and long for better times. We will broken, together, for here and eternity.Only sociopaths don't have regret after the lost bloom of youth.

HE UNFRIENDED ME ON FACEBOOK!

r15, I interpreted the intrusive comma as either a convulsive sob or a hysterical gasp from OP. Or maybe one his swollen tears landed on the comma key.

R19 Alas, we have warned against the cad. He will mount you like the gripping fingers of death, saddled on the dark horse of destiny, only to flee your being with the swiftness of The Winter's Wind. And he'll eat all your Pringles on the way out the door, too.

R20 WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT SWOLLEN TEARS ON THE KEYBOARD?!!!

Right?!

I DO and DO and DO for you kids, and this is the thanks I get!

I'm not upset that you LIED to me about your 9" sizemeat and low hairy hangers! I'm just worried that you BELIEVE your own lies, Margaret.

Let me tell you something, you shiksa skank, half of my family didn't perish in Buchenwald so you pull your Ilse Koch bitch shtick on me in 2015! I won't stand for it! I'm done!

R27 How many Jewish princesses does it take to please your little Isaac? Oh, that's right; it's a trick question! None! The spice 'aint just in my cooking, dear. Mea culpa, Isaac. I'll devote my life to being one, giant F-U to Mussolini for you, babe. Thank your lovely Mutha for warming my heart to the idea.

R26

We will look back on this thread with sadness and one day with wistful understanding. And then, with time, the ache will let go of our hearts and scatter like rose petals from an American Beauty whose better days are past. Only then will we truly be able to forget the glory that was this thread on this blessed day.

When you speak about this thread - and you will - please be kind.....

Spare, O, spare me thine melodrama, OP. Canst thou not see how it doth wound?

If you don't know what's wrong, I can't tell you.

STILL, no one tells me why none of you can't just treat me like I would be treated by any stranger on the street?! Is this really such a hard thing for all of you to face?!!!!

R32

I've given you everything. Everything! And you still treat me like the dirt beneath your feet...

You are TEARING me APART!!

You made me what I am today, I hope you're satisfied. You dragged and dragged me down until the soul within me died. You shattered each and every dream, you fooled me from the start, and though you're not true, may God bless you! That's the curse of an aching heart!

I took a sudden dislike to the suite...Oh, it was beautiful at first glance. Then I thought how UGLY it would be - in the morning.

[quote]STILL, no one tells me why none of you can't just treat me like I would be treated by any stranger on the street?! Is this really such a hard thing for all of you to face?!!!! —Anonymous

We're not gonna tell you why, no matter how hard you beg for it--how's that?

I know we are not supposed to break character but, honestly, threads like this are why I follow DL.

DON'T YOU RUIN THIS FOR ME!!

Sorry R42. How many times will I have to say I am sorry before you will deign to accept my apology? A hundred? A thousand!?! A million!!!???!!!! IS ANY AMOUNT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!!!???!!!!

Prostitution Whore!

R30 that was fucking beautiful. Where's that from?

If this thread doesn't hit six hundred in ten minutes there is no hope for the future!

You did NOT just say that.

I have loved you. More than you'll ever know. And you can send me away from your home, you can force me out of your life - you can't make me give you up in my heart. I love you. I really think that I always will.

Observe my hands, my dear. I could tear you pieces with them. And I'd do it, if I thought it block Ashley out of your mind. But it wouldn't. So I'll place my hands so, one on each side of your head, and I'll smash your skull between them like a walnut. That'll block him out.

Talk your hands off me, you drunken fool!

You know I've always admired your spirit, my dear. Never more than now when you're cornered.

I'm not cornered. You'll never corner me, Rhett Butler, or frighten me. You've lived in dirt so long you can't understand anything else. And you're jealous of something you can't understand. Good night.

Oh, you think it's the dish set. How convenient for you. It's NOT the dish set, it's NOT the melonballer, It's not the crystal duck. It's THIS! ALL OF THIS!

I started this lovely thread and all I get is smart aleck back talk!

Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, the jungle is my home! But I can still show the world that I can be its master. I will create a race of atomic supermen that will conquer the world! Hahahahahahaha!

Editor! Red tag everyone in this thread, please!

SLAP THEM! SLAP THEM VIICOUSLY!!!!!

Back talk? Is it back talk to speak the unvarnished truth? Is it back talk to stand on my own two feet and assert my God-given right to express myself in the manner I was born to shout from the mountaintops? Is it back talk to assert my right as a free-born, red-blooded American to speak what is in my heart? Well, is it!?!

I've worked my fingers to the bone day and night to give you a good start, and this is how you repay me. You think I grew up with a fraction of your privilege? Your mother is next door in tears over this, and I just hope she survives. Maybe you can live with that. (Exit, granite-jawed.)

You just WAIT until your father gets home! Just wait! Then we'll see how grown-up you are when I tell your father why I can't trust my own child to go to the store and get my cigarettes without worrying about getting all my change back!!! And you spent it on this...THIS! A jumped-up comic book written by human filth...well go ahead and take your rightful place with the so-called 'usual gang of idiots': I'm sure your father will be delighted to know there's one more idiot living right in his own house!

But if I see a therapist, I just KNOW they'll lock me up in the looney bin and throw away the key! Why can't you just let me live my eccentricity? Well? I'm not weird, really! Am I?

Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mother’s sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I had to neglect. Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?

Do you think it's EASY to "flounce" down those basement stairs? You and your bunions, needing constant care...

My only comfort is Entemen's - a generic treat. And each year I gain more and more because of YOU!

So, I will flounce off! And when my programs are over, we will eat soup. Made with bitterness.

You told Harpo to BEAT ME! All my life I had to fight, had to fight my brothers, had to fight my uncles, had to fight my daddy, girlchild ain't safe in a house full of menfolk, but I never thought I'd see the day when I had to fight IN MY OWN HOUSE! I love me some Harpo, lord knows I do, but I"ll KILL HIM DEAD fo' I let him beat me!

Yes I did it! And I'm glad I did it! Someone had to do it! And now it has been done and there's nothing you can do about it!

And to think, my genes were polluted by your birth! You got the face of an old woman. For 13 you don't look so good.

You cad, you dirty swine! I never cared for ya, not [italic]once[/italic]! I was always makin’ a fool of ya! Ya bored me stiff; I HATED ya! It made me sick when I had to let ya kiss me. I only did it because ya begged me—ya hounded me and drove me crazy! And after ya kissed me, I always used to wipe my mouth! [bold]WIPE MY MOUTH!!![/bold]

[bold]SODOMITES![/bold] Caught right in a [italic]sex orgy[/italic]! Filthy! Dirty! Filthy! [bold]NUDE! NUDE! NUDE![/bold] Beth, you could be pregnant! And [italic]you[/italic]—[bold]HOW[/bold] could you [bold]RAPE[/bold] your [bold]OWN SISTER[/bold]??? [bold]OH GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! THE CHILDREN ARE HAVING SEX!!![/bold]

Hello, this is Karen Hill I want to talk to you. Hello? Don't hang up on me! I want to talk to you! You keep away from my husband you hear me! Hello? Open the door! ANSWER ME! I'm gonna tell everyone that walks in this building that in 2R Rossi you are nothing but a whore! Is this the superintendent? Yes I want you to know sir that you have a whore living in 2R! Rossi, Janice Rossi do you hear me?! He's my husband! GET YOUR OWN GODDAMN MAN!!!

Are you fuckin crazy Karen? Are you crazy?! Huh? I got enough to worry about getting fucking wacked on the street, I gotta fuckin come home, I GOTTA FUCKIN COME HOME FOR THIS! I SHOULD FUCKING KILL YOU! How does it feel? Huh? How does it feel Karen?

Barbara Jean had another CO-LLAPSE!

But I can't pay the rent!!!!!

WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?

Whyyy?

¡Te odio con todas mis fuerzas!

We are broke that's my fucking problem! And you are a fucking spy! That's right, always spying always judging. Everyone's laughing at you in your face you fucking pussy. You let Diego fuck you in the ass! Maybe because you like it maybe because you are a fucking faggot! That's what I think you are. I think you really are fucking him because you're not fucking me you gotta be fucking somebody else! Why is that? Why don't you fuck me anymore? Why!? Why don't you fuck me anymore!? Huh? WHY DON'T YOU FUCK ME ANYMORE???!!!

With all my heart and all my soul, I still love the man I killed!

Shall I tell you what I think of you???

They DEVOURED him!!!!

I go out. I work my butt off to make a living. All I want is to come home to a nice clean house with a nice fat steak on the table but instead I get this! It looks like poison! Don't you take that away I'm eating that dammit! It is poison isn't it! I swear to god I would not be surprised if it was the way you skulk around here like a dog that been hit too much or ain't been hit enough, I can't make up my mind! You're useless Beatrice! The only thing that pulls it's weight around here is my GODDAMN TRUCK! (Crashing sound, walks outside, truck smashed.) Figures!

Miss Ryanne O'Neal interpreting the great works of Miss Norma Mailer, damnit.

Droll, very droll.

"How could you believe me when I said I loved you, when you know I've been a liar all my life?"

BUMP!

Why can't all of you treat me like I would be treated by any stranger on the street?! Is that too much to ask?!

If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

I gave up everything to be with you!

I can't hide my hottness.such a curse. I'm apparently too old but this shit is still haunting me.

Good day to you sir!

R85 Good day to you! Sir!

I give up. Do what you like. You are going to do it anyway even if you have to step over my lifeless body in order to do it so pay me no mind. Go, just go.

"Don't call me 'momma'! No more momma, you're not my son! How can I haven birth to something so cold, so CRUEL!"

Sweet pea, make that "have given birth."

I've taken my bows and my curtain calls--yes, you brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it and I thank you. All. But its been no bed of roses. No pleasure cruise. I consider it a challenge before the whole human race--and I ain't gonna lose!

HOW CAN I MISS YOU WHEN YOU WON't GO AWAY?

I've been ruthless since Ruth left me.

If heartaches were rubies

Stacked up just like stones

There would be a mountain

Ten miles high, built by mine alone

You mark my words---you will regret this. Now and for the rest of your life.

All my life,

I've spent the nights,

With dreams of you.

Hodor! Hodor! Hodor!

There will be no Pollyannas in this house!

"He's dead, Jim"

Anything ever said by Cagny & Lacey.

Nathan Jr. Accepts me for what I am, and I think you had better too ! You know - I'm okay, you're okay ! And that there's what it is !

Jesus tits this thread has stayed at 100 for days. DAYS!!!!!!! What is the significance? Oh darest I become 101 and what will that mean for my LIFE???????

[quote]DAYS!!!!!!! What is the significance?

DOOL

Sometimes I ask myself: [italic]"My God! [/italic]What have I done?"

It's ALIVE!!!!

Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?

Don't I get a dream for myself?

Starting now it's gonna be my turn!

Gangway world, get off my runway!

SOMEONE THREW A CUCUMBER AT Mrs. HELMUS!

ANNIE: (To the jury) Reva drove off a bridge. That's right, it's crazy, she drove off a bridge. Everybody thought that she was dead. Ask anybody here, they will tell you. For five years, my husband couldn't get over that. (To Josh) Five years of hell that woman put you through. (To the jury) And then he met me. Me...he married me, he chose ME. And then she came back. She came back from the dead. She couldn't stand me right off the bat, she tried to rekindle the love that they used to have. She wanted to take him away from me, do you hear me? She wanted to take everything I had AWAY from me!

ROSS: Mrs. Lewis, you didn't want it known that the child you were carrying was not your husband's because Reva would use it against you?

ANNIE: Oh, YES, SHE WOULD! Of course, she would, she would try to take my husband away. (To the jury) Ok, maybe it's true, maybe she didn't kill my baby, but she might as well have. Do you know how hard it is to carry a baby and try to keep your marriage together? I mean, she CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD!! How am I supposed to fight that? How am I supposed to compete with that? Ok, so I pretended to be her sister, BIG DEAL!!! I didn't hurt anybody! If Reva never found out the truth, I'd still be pregnant today...and Josh and I would still be happy...don't you see, we would be. So DON'T FEEL SORRY FOR HER! Look at what she has taken away from me: I have NOTHING!

ROSS: Mrs. Lewis, did Reva take everything from you?

ANNIE: Yes...and she should BE PUNISHED FOR EVERYTHING SHE HAS DONE!

ROSS: Punished? Even though she didn't really push you?

ANNIE: YES! I mean, no, no, Ross, you're confusing me....

ROSS: I'm sorry. Mrs. Lewis, I'm sorry, I can understand what you're going through.

ANNIE: Really, really, you can?

ROSS: Yes, I think ALL of us can understand. Annie, you took Reva's hand, you placed it on your chest and you THREW yourself backwards. Because you knew you couldn't hurt that little baby. That baby was already dead.

ANNIE: (Through tears) My baby...was dead.

ROSS: A serious injury to yourself was well worth it to get back the man that you loved, Josh Lewis. That's how much you loved Mr. Lewis, and that's how much you still love him, isn't it, Annie?

ANNIE: Yes...yes....

Bump! Dear God, a retro thread has been bumped!

Every time I try to do something you carbonize and shit on my dreams. You're just like your whole family!

But...but...what about the CHILDREN?!

I feel so..VIOLATED!

This whole two-week effort has been a calculated and orchestrated political hit, fueled with apparent pent-up anger about President Trump and the 2016 election, fear that has been unfairly stoked about my judicial record, revenge on behalf of the Clintons and millions of dollars in money from outside left-wing opposition groups.

This is a circus. The consequences will extend long past my nomination. The consequences will be with us for decades. This grotesque and coordinated character assassination will dissuade confident and good people of all political persuasions from serving our country. And as we all know in the United States political system of the early 2000s, what goes around comes around.

[bold]HELLO? WHAT NUMBER ARE YOU CALLING? YOU'VE DIALED THE WRONG NUMBER!!! SORRY? WHAT GOOD IS THAT? HOW CAN YOU EVER REPAY THE 30 SECONDS YOU'VE JUST STOLEN FROM MY LIFE? I HATE YOU, YOUR HUSBAND, YOUR CHILDREN, AND YOUR RELATIVES!!![/bold]

Harold, you're my brother, and if you ever get sick, God forbid, I'll take care of you, but you are a fat ignoramus, and an old fart into the bargain! And I'm also past forty and too tired to be tolerant! You take up space! ... you hear me? ... an ignorant man in this world takes up [italic]space![/italic] and if you all dropped dead! ... well, I'm sorry, my dear, but for me, Christ would have risen at last!

I don't know. Sometimes I feel as if I am suspended in mid-air with nothing down beneath except the end of the world.

Mrs. Van Hoskins

"I worry that you'll work in an office, have children, celebrate wedding anniversaries. The world of the heterosexual is a sick and boring life."

"Taffy, you can't go to school because I said so. I won't have you nagging me for lunch money and whining for help on your homework. There is no need to know about presidents, wars, numbers or science. Just listen to me and you'll learn. And no little friends over here, repeating rhymes, asking flippant questions, and talking in those nagging baby voices. Can't you just sit here and look out into the air? Isn't that enough? Do you always have to badger me for attention?"

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame.

If you'd have been there

If you'd have heard it

[bold]I betcha you would have done the same![/bold]

Yes,Mr.Holmes, I have a plan, a plan for a crime that is going forward even as we speak. It will be the crime of the century, the century just ended, the century just begun and all centuries yet to come! And you, the great Sherlock Holmes, will be powerless to stop me!

AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"Gypsy", alternative title: "The Story of Datalounge".

I'm going to go sink into a long, hot beauty bath now and try to erase the [italic]stink[/italic] of a five-year marriage. Someone at such a tender age as you, Taffy, might find it difficult to understand what a long, hard, [italic]painful[/italic] decision this was on my part. I'm a free woman now—and my life is just ready to begin!

He was an alcoholic. I knew he needed help, so all I could do was protect him - from the world, from himself. You horse face.

Trump is the worst thing that ever happened to America...except for the wars.

I hate you and I will always hate you!!

"And I-I'm going to make the biggest, goddamn explosion the world's ever SEEN!"

YOU.MAKE.ME.PUKE.

"Contempt will be met with contempt! Hissssssssssssss!”

I WORKED MY BUTT OFF! SQUEEEEE!

I zee verst boolied person on verld!

I wish I could be more like you, Cuddles ... always optimistic. I look into my future, and all I see is a long, dark highway filled with endless toll booths and no exits.

WELL, I NEVER IN ALL MY LIFE!

You used to send me. Now I await your charms, beauty and warmth, you horseface.