Cool down, fren. You enemies are somewhere else. If you are compelled to proof your metal, take it out on them. Here, you are only making yourself into laughing stock due to overinflated self-importance.
Ah ... Interesting you would use the word: project: Indeed: accusation = project, that which is thrown at your feet as a challenge during a thing.
I offer my sincere apologies for calling you pomp. I totally mistook the extend of the bloated grandeur of the pomp you represent, especially since it is paired to dealing in absolutes.
Your enemy stares at you in the mirror. At least, if you can find the fortitude to look into one beyond the obligatory superficial hygienic glance when you try to recover from your bad breath in the morning. And if that enemy's name be: stupidity, then perhaps there is a way left for your betterment.
I really have to stop now before this exchange turns into Newscum's flaming lack of illuminous incompetence. I leave you with this thought: you crack me up, fren. So, for my amusement and being my little bitch: continue the pomp at maximum velocity and size.
Cool down, fren. You enemies are somewhere else. If you are compelled to proof your metal, take it out on them. Here, you are only making yourself into laughing stock due to overinflated self-importance.
See? Now that’s the problem with retards. Total lack of self-awareness. You’re projecting.
My enemy is stupidity, and as long as you’re here, my enemy is within the gates.
My recommendation would be to just stop making retarded comments. But we both know your ego won’t let you, will it?
Ah ... Interesting you would use the word: project: Indeed: accusation = project, that which is thrown at your feet as a challenge during a thing.
I offer my sincere apologies for calling you pomp. I totally mistook the extend of the bloated grandeur of the pomp you represent, especially since it is paired to dealing in absolutes.
Your enemy stares at you in the mirror. At least, if you can find the fortitude to look into one beyond the obligatory superficial hygienic glance when you try to recover from your bad breath in the morning. And if that enemy's name be: stupidity, then perhaps there is a way left for your betterment.
I really have to stop now before this exchange turns into Newscum's flaming lack of illuminous incompetence. I leave you with this thought: you crack me up, fren. So, for my amusement and being my little bitch: continue the pomp at maximum velocity and size.