Gay bashing is not tolerated in this industry, so I'll kindly ask you to stop sounding your homophobia here.
On that shitty little toy shop of yours. You know, the one you were requesting to purchase traffic for...
Those here whom have met me are getting a chuckle out of this.
And we've stumbled upon another point of agreement, since I did quite admittedly butt into this conversation. Though I don't necessarily believe that the universe revolves around me - that's just silly. I don't have the gravitational force necessary for such a feat, so really, I can't make anything revolve around me. I do believe, as the Hopi did, that where ever I am, that point is the center of the universe. If everything else in the universe chooses to revolve around that point, well - there's nothing that I can really do about that.
Wait, let me check. Yup, still got the twig and berries.
Wrong again. He was too busy beating my mother. Bet you feel dumb. And I don't feel inferior at all - certainly not to you. I'm not here struggling to make a point. I'm just chatting. So, I'm not sure where this diagnosis is coming from.
This is true. I don't know why my balls itch so much or why finger nails grow. I also don't understand how a professed SEO cannot achieve a measly PR1 on a domain's root after six months of marketing and optimizing.
Is my ignorance really that obvious? This is something I'll need to work on. I'm sitting here, watching my spelling and punctuation - editing and re-editing, yet I'm still appallingly ignorant. Damn.
First I'm the school bully, now I have a Napoleon Complex (that's the technical name for it, btw)? Speaking of boots, do Aussies refer to a car's rear compartment as a "boot" too? I once owned an '85 Jaguar XJ6 (I loved that car, even if you see it as some kind of validation of my Napoleon Complex - sorry, small man syndrome). Anyway, I always got a small chuckle when the owner's manual would refer to the boot. Of course, we stupid Yanks call that a trunk. But that was due to the fact that, in the days of the horse and buggy, a passenger's luggage trunks were lashed to rear of the buggy. But I digress...
Then I apologize. I'll work on the funny. I can't do much about creating a point though. You don't have any other purpose here other than simply insulting the good doctor and yet you expect ME to be the one with a point? That's not fair at all.
No one serves punch anymore. I like Guiness. Could you change that to
Guiness-drunk boxer?
I'm an aethiest - so I fucked him right back.
What, are you like 15, 16 years old? Same old blah bla-fucking-blah over and over again. Seriously, you're beginning to bore me.
You argue like a chimpanzee. Throw some poo. Jerk off. Throw more poo.
Trust me, lover, DrB doesn't need me to be his champion. I'm here for my own amusement. I, we - find you amusing. You're like a little rat racing through the labrynth in search of the cheese. Except, for this experiment, the rat has been shaved, has three broken legs, and one of the lab assistants ate the cheese. Poor little rat.
If you don't care, then why such a long and meaningless attempt at a retort? I care. I'm a caring kind of guy. I want you to like me, love me, rub cocunut cream on my testes while whispering, "I want to go camping".
Enjoy your swim!