Ilíon wrote:
My family has no use for euphemism.
Is that what they called you? "Where's your boy, Troy?" "Oh, we sent our little euphemism down to the sewers to hide. . ."
Ilíon wrote:
AND, going by your picture, she certainly could have whopped your scrawny ass.
So now you hide behind your dead mother's skirts? There's something very "Psycho" about that. And they say that Anthony Perkins had almost as wide a stance in the men's room as you do, too. . . You're on record, asswipe, as saying that your mother and father were pussies who let everyone kick them around. "Due to the way they *misunderstood* Christianity when they first became Christians, my parents instructed us to not fight back. And I was a dutiful son."[^] Very few people have been able to whip my ass, Troy, but don't assume that just because it's the Hailey thing to do, that I would run from a fight. My mother taught me to stand up for myself - not hide in the stinking sewer with shit floating in piss that was up to your knees, like yours did you. But how could you be such a dickhead as to teach your younger brother to be a gutless coward? It seems to me that for his sake, you could have swung at least one punch.
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