I have a good deal of fun on Twitter. As you can see from the screen capture above, My attempt to respond to my challenger is "unauthorized," but I prefer to call it: winning.
Presumably, the fellow blocked me. Why? Why shut-out someone like me who just wants to be argumentative while drinking some vodka-spiked coffee on a beautiful Sunday afternoon? What a pussy! I bet he sits down when he pees. I bet he has an insurmountable debt load and spends his weeks toiling away for some rich banker who hits the sauna at 2:00 p.m. every day. What a wanker!
Maybe he never got his dick sucked in high school. I would better be able to sympathize if I wasn't the guy who didn't nail hotties in my senior year. Block me? I'll put you on the chopping block you piece of piss!
Presumably, the fellow blocked me. Why? Why shut-out someone like me who just wants to be argumentative while drinking some vodka-spiked coffee on a beautiful Sunday afternoon? What a pussy! I bet he sits down when he pees. I bet he has an insurmountable debt load and spends his weeks toiling away for some rich banker who hits the sauna at 2:00 p.m. every day. What a wanker!
Maybe he never got his dick sucked in high school. I would better be able to sympathize if I wasn't the guy who didn't nail hotties in my senior year. Block me? I'll put you on the chopping block you piece of piss!
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