interesting. you can almost see the glass wall your intellect slams into as it tries to comprehend something as trivial as posting a link....

what a fuckin tool. I didn't write it. I just saw on there.

How far you going to reach, stretch armstrong? so hard up to talk shit about me you have to make things.

YOUR mother or what ever that thing is that vomited you from her womb would be proud. as a matter of fact I know it. She says stop all this nonsense and come back home. you sitting at the cyber cafe angrily typing on XPT creating little worlds where you are the hero and your barbs are justified & funny as you exercise your displaced hate...especially to women...the gender who have spurned you your whole life in the village. It wasn't them. it was you.

But it's all good, angry little man. go on home. mama loves you.