so erudite and eloquent, words befitting a great great intellect indeed, alsost equal to the Hermantic mantra from the starting gate, "I know you are, but what am I?"
Show up and spew your vile poison at me or my friends again, and we'll have to go another round, but Skippy, seriously, don't mope over losing a battle of the wits, you were unarmed. Next time, instead of a beercan, pick up a clue
I have never claimed a great intellect, you're the one who does that. I'm just a good old common sense boy, and my common sense tells me, you with all your high and mighty opinion of yourself, you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with the directions written on the heel.
Now run along and play with yer phoney friends, and take your vile poison with ya.
BigMack