<sigh> cornbread blathers again:
” I am sad. What do I do? Then I have a fat man wanting to come out and kick my ass. phhh… yeah… back to reality…
Not even worth my time though – I don’t need to go to jail over a fat piece of poo like that. Really sad that he had to resort to such childish measures. Guess he can’t deal with me being right – that musta pissed him off. Actually… I don’t know what pissed him off really. Maybe it was me making fun of his weight. Oh well… get over it tubby! Or maybe it was his dead end job – well… if he gets that irrate about it, must be true and it must be worse to have someone 2000 miles away point out the obvious fact that “you suck!”
I am just depressed about it though. If they could only stop saying such mean and hateful things….” <– Irony defined ladies and gentleman.
Gad, aren’t you the one that goes on about ppl not reading all of a post? Read it again, Joe, I was apologizing. And for the record, I stand 6’4″ tall and weigh 300 pounds. I’m really not particularly overweight. I was as a boy, and that’s why it’s still a running joke with my *good* friends. And I didn’t say I was going to come kick your ass – I said that when that thought crossed my mind, that’s when I realized this was getting stupid and out of hand. And rather then just delete it all, I left it up, because I didn’t want to ‘clean up my own backyard’ to look better – I wanted everyone to see how stupid I’d been. It was part of the apology, not deleting it. Get it? And don’t worry about going to jail – if I pick a fight with someone and they take me, I don’t press charges. Little pieces of ethic like that are the flip side of being big and tough – when someone bigger and tougher comes along, you tip your hat instead of crying to John Law.
And I know what I know about you because you told it to me. You used an email add that was in the format FirstInitLastname@Cornbreadswork when communicating with me at one point. Knowing your last name and first initial, and where you worked, I knew who was being talked about when your first and last name got tossed around. The rest I’ve cobbled together over time from Xanga, a few people around town, and my own intuition. So don’t be so quick to question your friends.
I am just depressed about it though. If they could only stop saying such mean and hateful things….” <– Irony defined ladies and gentleman.
I was talking about my parents fuck face. And let me point out the obvious fact that I don’t give a rats ass what you have to say to me. I am purposely ignoring someone that cleary demonstrates a high level of annoyance and ignorance.
oooo… wow…. 6’4″ – 300 lbs…. oooo who f-ing cares! Nobody wants to know how fat you are. And you just made a good point – shit stacks pretty fucking high out there. I am tired of wasting my time with you…. and quite frankly, you can stick your apology up your ass cause it means nothing when you are still continuing on this tirade. Thus my own level of ignorance to you fully demonstrated and proving that your apology meant nothing. Especially when you follow up with more discussion and bantering. Can’t you talk about something else? Or am I such a splinter in your mind that you have to keep dwelling on the subject? Oh well, as if I really care to be honest. I like you jests and attacks… they really keep me entertained… briefly I may add.
Alright, I give. You win, joe. I already said I was sorry, and that I got out of hand…how much more apologetic can I get then “I apologize if I offended you?”
Get on your kneees… that always worked when you did it for me.
Umm…wow.
Did I miss something?
One of my ex boyfriends was your size, so I have a good idea of your build. That’s not fat at all.
Anyway, love ya, babe, I guess I’ll maybe go click on some links and see what this is all about.
Jesus God. What a fag! Are you sure this man is speaking on his own?