Oh heavens no. I am not attempting to "insult your intelligence" that is a role strictly reserved for the gibbering hillbilly siblings you refer to as mom and dad. Attempting to insult your intelligence would be like attempting to bounce a ball in the vastness of space. Do you get that concept? That it is impossible to insult something that isn't there to begin with?
No no no. I am merely attempting to assist you with all of the difficulties you experience in walking upright, abandoning that nasty lisp caused by your harelip deformities and your communication skills when attempting dialogue with those of us outside the norms of your disease infested gene pool. Pointing out the fact that if you are going to take a stab at the intelligence of your opponent your own verbiage should be free from reproach. This is standard protocol and might prove essential should you ever decide you no longer wish to be viewed as a self immolating retard of the highest order.
So again, shall we take a moment to reread what I posted which you have failed miserably at grasping? It is written in very easy to read English but apparently not easy enough. Which causes me to wonder if you shouldn't attempt jumpstarting the hamster wheel inside your head with a pair of jumper cables attached to your elongated earlobes before attempting another go at what I wrote? I mean, you can foam and filibuster all you want about how much I make you spastics cry but that really isn't germane to the very salient fact that your head did a swan dive at warp speed up into your own diseased riddled asshole the moment you believed you had me backed up against all wall.
Reading is essential, Flynn. Even if you happen to be a loathsome little peasant mutant that nobody loves.
Oh. But you are Tatu'. With all your bleeting and mewling about nothing and more nothing, in the end you just have a big pile of nothing that resembles a steaming log passed by Dove's gigantic asshole as she squats on the "beach" with a stick trying to write her name in cursive in the sand. Attempting to insult my intelligence would be like you growing another 4 inches, it's just not going to happen. That's like saying that you aren't a short-short man who's in his 50's-60's with a wisp of male pattern baldness. Not to mention you're an obvious steroid abuser, which would account for your size C breasts along with your feminine sounding voice cut with a tacky East Coast Guido accent. Please. Just stop talking about "intelligence." You're just digging yourself a shoebox sized hole for yourself.
What kind of designer drugs are you on?
No no no. I am merely attempting to assist you with all of the difficulties you experience in walking upright, abandoning that nasty lisp caused by your harelip deformities and your communication skills when attempting dialogue with those of us outside the norms of your disease infested gene pool. Pointing out the fact that if you are going to take a stab at the intelligence of your opponent your own verbiage should be free from reproach. This is standard protocol and might prove essential should you ever decide you no longer wish to be viewed as a self immolating retard of the highest order.
How many words is that? There must be some record broken somewhere that you have absolutely shattered. You are the first "person" I've ever witnessed type out over 50 words and not say a fucking thing. That takes some skill right there. To actually type out words and not say a damn thing. What in the fuck are you even talking about you fucking bizarre fuck?
"Harelip?" "Lisp?" Look you fucking weirdo, keep this shit between us, there's no need to bring Aryan into this.
"Take a stab at my opponents intelligence?" WHAT? You fucking tool, I don't need to take a "stab" at anything as "my opponents" have already posted up mediocre dog shit and have already given away the element of surprise pertaining to the fact that they're fucking retards.
Speaking of utter crap, otherwise known as bullshit, after about three posts in you start with the very transparent, "I made you cry" tagline. Yeah. That only works if the other imbecile believes it. Who have you actually got to say,
"Yeah, you got me Biggie Clitoris, I went through three pallets of Costco Kleenex."
NO ONE! That's because the only time anyone wants to cry is when you start with your overly homoerotic advances towards admin's dark purple cock, and chase him up and down these boards with your mouth wide open, as your spotted tongue flails about trying to peek a taste of admin's delectable 1.5 inch dick that looks like a clump of Sun Maid raisins. Now, I will say that these things probably wouldn't happen if admin hadn't been wearing a g-string and nothing else. Yes. I'm sure some people are still "crying" over that. Mainly admin and Dove.
So whether I wanna "filibuster" or deep-six you with the facts, I think one thing can be for certain is that you'll always have your very own fictional world that you make up. A land where you're over 4 feet tall and I look like the wicked witch from The Wizard Of Oz. It's a world where admin's pecker grows on trees and you can pick them by the bushel and save them for your late night snacks when you're online getting the truth beaten into you by me. It's a society where sucking on admin's dick in public isn't breaking the law or frowned upon. It's at worst, bad taste (no pun intended). What a perfect world, eh Biggie Cocksucker?
In closing, the only advice I have for you is akin to telling people not to play with or look down the barrel of a loaded firearm, but just like "them," you go ahead and do it anyway, and you'll keep doing it until one day you end up blowing off your oblong head with your own actions.
