I thought you were here to talk football??
You get "owned" every time you are outed after you offer lies as fact, yet keep coming back with absolutely no sense of shame.
Your sarcasm lacks substance and wit.
I observe your employment of a new coping skill: the avoidance of using the name "Welker" (Lawrence Whatever???) serves to suppress the tears of frustration every time you think of a member of your infamous "murders row"
(sic) being traded to the perennial AFCE champs. Come, now... you can do better than that, can't you?
Nice work, Chico Agua. You're making good progress in therapy. Next time you meet with your therapist, try using the sock puppets. Have an imaginary conversation: You are the puppet on the left, and one of us here can be the one that's right. I mean the one ON the right. Tell us how you
feel.
Show me where I "talk out my ass" and I'll show you ten times that you've done the same. The glaring difference between us is that your wit is insipid, lacks imagination, and is a mirror to your own inadequate sense of self, while I know how to push your buttons to the extent that it takes quite a while for you to garner the courage to go toe to toe with a vastly superior intellect.