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Ya mean when it's escalated to the equivalent of you asking me to meet you after school by the bike racks



If that's how your juvenile thought process breaks it down, sure, whatever floats your lil' liferaft. Let me explain how my thought process works:

As I recall, I think my invite was something more to the tune of "If you want to talk shit, say it to my face" (while I was in LA). You had an open mike, one that gave you ample opportunity to run your mouth, in person, about "Bree & me" (or whatever other personal problems you have with me) until your cheeks turned blue. Like a sissy, you turned it down, and instead continue to run your mouth here on a porn forum like it's comedy hour, at my expense. Your cracks are an attempt to humilate me, yes?

My defense is stomping your face into oatmeal, as a lesson not to fuck with people you don't know personally. Your content is wanna-be Monkey, and intentionally callous. Whereas such humor from acquiatances (Gia, etc.) I consider a lighthearted jab. That is me, the real Eric. I'm not some big player in porn. I'm not Christian - the friendly, tranny-fucking giant. I don't just "ho hum" malicious commentary made by some jerkoff I don't know. I don't have anything to lose, I would belt you in the mouth. Follow, tard? That's the kind of person I am. However, I can't initiate said ass-kicking until you take me up on the offer to run your mouth in public.

The difference is, because I'm not necessarily good with words (or lame cracks about one's past), I like to inflict pain. Your faggoty war of words reads like an episode of MTV's "Yo Momma", where I'd admittantly lose because hit & run attempts like your own are not my style. I don't usually bother screwing with people I don't know, and when I do, it's out of defense.

Your belief is that when a person fights back with a different medium (such as physical violence), they've lost???



You're obviously just another big-mouth, internet sissy with WAY too much time on his hands, dude. I despise like people like that, and I'll call them out on it (like I did back in June). You don't like taking it as much as you like dishing it out apparently. You realize that there's a possible, REAL consequence to running your mouth, and you're afraid of it. You...failed...miserably.

Soooo, are you the bigger man because you can talk shit about my past - a person who you don't fucking know - and get a reaction out of me? I sure hope not, especially when an invite is offered to say these things to my face & you outright decline?

The best part about the interwebz is that nobody should be really taken seriously, because everyone is a bullshitter / shit-talker. However, something tells me you're the type who wouldn't have the balls to confront me anyway, let alone talk shit. You're my XPT bitch, Geoff.

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Because you already yelled 'dropping prices!!!' after Red Light canned you. - Gia Jordan to Brandon Iron