Ok... here's the score, Bitch Tits. I've avoided it because it's retarded and defies the entire point of this ongoing feud, which if you can't see, you're even dumber than I expected. I refuse to accept that.

At any rate.. I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, Pillsbury. What makes you think I would jump in my car and drive anywhere to meet you? And besides, it would mean I'd have to be seen with you in public. And I aint about to lose any rep points, Ace.

It's much more than a difference in personality. Now put down the Twinkie and go for a jog, Tub-O-Shit.