Hey Art

And then I'll create 100 threads about your failures as a husband and father. We're still the Bull, and you're still the cuckold. That will never change.

 

Red, there was a time not long ago where you attempted to be a thoughtful poster. Now sure, you got whipped and beat around here a bit, and you gave it back and kept coming for more. There were even a few posts you made that were fun spirited and humorous.

Lately - and ever since this bet thing - you just got so damn weird. It seems you're aware you've been shamed and instead of taking your medicine and just taking a break, you have embraced it and now you've shifted your persona - as if you've turned into the little cackling imp on a tree stump that chuckles at it's futile attempts to trip someone as they walk by. Willfully ignorant to the fact that you're viewed as a pest. You weren't always like this. What has Art done that has left you like this? It seems as if he's reduced you to less than human. And black says things about you that should make you find him and kill him. He says things about your children - your wife, your life - and so my question is why aren't you making the trip to BoA and fighting that guy?

Why have they reduced you to this? Why are you accepting of this? My God....

 

Because he's a pussy. I told him where I would be standing at training camp and he never showed up.

 

Part of the problem is he's picked the absolute worst person to troll. That's not really his fault, just bad luck. I'm not afraid of anything. If he found me and cut my throat he'd be doing me a favor. He picked the absolute wrong nigga to fuck with and he knows it.

 

I remember! I debated showing up and blasting you instead!

See that's what gets me. Trolling is fun, but at some point we're all human. At some point, it gets to us. He pretends to revel in it. And ordinarily as much as I hate humans and everything about them, I've actually begun to feel sorry for him.

Until he welched on the bet.

 

I didn't pay, right. Isn't that what you said. So, according to your logic, I WIN!

 

Don't make me write a poem about you/Art and your football team.

 

PM me your address. I promise I'll show up. And if you're that tough, I can PM you mine, bitch.

 

Hey man, don't be hurt that I have high enough self esteem to not be bothered by what you retards post.

And you, well, don't be hurt if I don't take a guy too seriously that chose a username like Puursy, you stupid ******.

 

Want my address? I'll pay for your airfare.