You're really that butt hurt over a joke?
I won't start arguing with you because I know that's not why you want to be here, but you're a fucking idiot. My fancy grammar and intellectual sayings? You fucking clown. It's called an education. If you have no clue who I am you should just keep that eighteen incher in your mouth you fucking noodle. Keep your fingers in your asshole too so you can no longer type, and go back to what your emotional mentality can handle, lurking. I got outed? You dipshit, I told Druff the day I was here, who I was, and that he could announce it or do whatever he wanted with that information. People knew who I was, but that's because I made that possible and told them. I could've stayed hidden forever if I had wanted to, but if you had a clue who I was, you'd know that wouldn't happen. The only people I tried to "fool" were people I wanted to have some fun with. I'm nobody special, but you my friend, you're fucking special. In the absolute mongloid retarded kind of way. Don't worry though. I won't address you again, and send you back into the anonymous asscrack you sniffed your way out of. I hope I didn't use too much "fancy grammar" for you. I apologize for being coherent