That obsessive compulsive disorder is a bitch isn't it Trunky

I OWN YOU!!! You liar.

Well, more people are laughing at you now. You just can't control
yourself can you. I knew it wouldn't last long. I just eat away at
that tiny little excuse for a brain. I just knot up your stomach and
give you ulcers, don't I. No need for me to ever meet you when I can
do all the damage I want over the internet.

BTW, when am I going to hear from my boss? Your threats to track me
in real life are nothing but more of your blustering bull**** lies.

On Oct 19, 11:04*am, Mr Scroat Spittle wrote:
I OWN YOU!!! *You liar.

Uh, duh. What lie? Holy ****, you rely are insane.

Well, more people are laughing at you now. *

Like who? You? You're insane. You don't matter.

You just can't control
yourself can you. *I knew it wouldn't last long. *I just eat away at
that tiny little excuse for a brain. *I just knot up your stomach and
give you ulcers, don't I. *No need for me to ever meet you when I can
do all the damage I want over the internet.

Translation: You are not and never will be man enough to do so in
person. Thanks for admitting you are a dickless freak who hides
behind his computer and stalks anyone who sees him for the coward you
are.

BTW, when am I going to hear from my boss? *Your threats to track me
in real life are nothing but more of your blustering bull**** lies.

Might get to Colorado this Febuary. Depends on Bert. We'll see.
How about that contact info again?
How humiliating for you. As usual. Back to ignoring you, thanks for
****ing yourself and Baker on command.

On Oct 19, 12:16*pm, twobuddha wrote:
On Oct 19, 11:04*am, Mr Scroat Spittle wrote:

I OWN YOU!!! *You liar.

Uh, duh. *What lie? *Holy ****, you rely are insane.



Well, more people are laughing at you now. *

Like who? *You? *You're insane. *You don't matter.

You just can't control
yourself can you. *I knew it wouldn't last long. *I just eat away at
that tiny little excuse for a brain. *I just knot up your stomach and
give you ulcers, don't I. *No need for me to ever meet you when I can
do all the damage I want over the internet.

Translation: *You are not and never will be man enough to do so in
person. *Thanks for admitting you are a dickless freak who hides
behind his computer and stalks anyone who sees him for the coward you
are.

BTW, when am I going to hear from my boss? *Your threats to track me
in real life are nothing but more of your blustering bull**** lies.

Might get to Colorado this Febuary. *Depends on Bert. *We'll see.
How about that contact info again?
How humiliating for you. *As usual. *Back to ignoring you, thanks for
****ing yourself and Baker on command.

You can't ignore me! You read every post I make and it drives you
crazy. It gives you ulcers. It makes that vein in your temple
throb. It raises your blood pressure. It makes you clench your jaw.
Hopefully one day soon that vein in your tiny little shriveled drug
addled excuse for a brain of yours will pop and leave you unable to
type.

So when am I going to hear from my boss? Or do you finally admit
defeat on that one?