Oh come on! You can come up with some more good lies can’t you? No need to spew tired vulgarities (I suspect transference there) to prove you have reached the limit of your mental capacity; you can make up some more lies - you’re very good at that.
Your terminal case of projection complex serves you ill, but then, your dementia doesn't help much either, when it comes to replying to others.
Lies, WHAT lies? Why goodness gracious me, you poor benighted, craven little booby, is that truly the best you can do? Mendacity appears to be your only forte; that and your terrible masochistic streak.