>i know you just *need* the antagonism - somehow it validates
>you; not sure why - and i decided to be charitable so you
>could spew your bile and begone.

No, you couldn't hold back your attempt at sounding condescending, prollem is, shit never works on me.

Now you can tell me how I'm racist for liking the O'Jays more than the Beatles, and be on your "I'm such an eclectic-oustide-the-box as nigga" way.

>a few minutes later, i decided to rescind the gift, but oh
>well... you already responded.

No, you thought about what you wanted to do, than backed out like a bitch.


>i won't deny it: i DO read your posts whenever i see them...
>because i'm consistently amused by the depths of self-mockery
>you descend to in your neverending quest for attention.

Attention?

Doe the words "Black Americans fucking kill me" mean anything to you?

I barely start posts at all. You are one of the largest attention seeking whores in this piece, you and your botched vocabulary.


>i'm done now, though... go ahead and deliver your cheap
>parting shot. i shan't respond, and i doubt anybody else will,
>either. then it's back to desperate obscurity for you.

Mothafucka, don't try and play hands off now. You started it.


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