current mood: furtiiive.
Didn't need to know you were fertile, bro. #suggestive
whiiile iii loathe to recoiiil from a battle of wiiits, words, jabs... well, iii fiiind myself at a loss as to where iiin you iii ought sheathe my rapiiier! you've challenged me to a duel, then iiimmediiiately fallen upon your own blade. the name, the rotatiiing giiilded bucket, the arena stiiickball team, iiit iiis all so... well, the closest iii have to a wiiinniiing move iiis to not play, but that wiiill not do at all, wiiill iiit? iii can not stand by as my honor and diiigniiity are iiimpugned, yet you've so readiiily turned every iiinsult iii could easiiily muster upon yourself. slatheriiing yourself iiin tar such that iii'd feel a touch riiidiiiculous featheriiing you, such that iii'm semiii-conviiinced you'd enjoy the process. hmm, iiit may not be a terriiible iiidea to test that theory... but no, an anon weariiing a novelty bucket hat purchased at the nearest lowbrow establiiishment iiis someone who yearns for the attentiiion and stardom a feature appearance wiiith me could briiing. best to leave you where you are, iiin the mud, claiiimiiing to be happy as a worm. as long as you beliiieve iiit, dear.
Writing paragraphs to argue with a lobotomite? <3< in the air. Lol.
yes yes, the classiiic "iii am iiilliiiterate so your words mean nothiiing". enjoy the self-deprecatiiion. iii fiiind that can only last so long, run so deep. hmhmhm.
No. I'm not illiterate. I read every word. I have at least a passing grade in tbat regard. But. I am still a lobotomite. There's a difference.
(PSST, The primary difference is that your words can't inspire any true emotional interaction and response from me. You are effectively talking to a constrjct formed of a mental pus.)
(Construct*. Maybe I am illiterate after all.)
hardly passiiing, wiiith the typo and all. yes, iii choose not to riiise to your baiiit. fiiind someone wiiilliiing to craft iiinsults from the scraps you toss them from the throne of comfort.
It *is* a nice throne.