First, allow me to clear the air between this big dink doctor and myself... Ahem. Sir, please do not misunderstand about my referring to a 'Love Boat' character could POSSIBLY implicate you... Hell, just by listening to you talk, it's pretty obvious that you couldn't get the Love Boat gig as a Key Grip - if your DADDY was the PRODUCER that week. Heh.
Now, now, don't get all mad... I'm just serious. Heh. C'mon, Sillystring, you wanna play shuffleboard with my gall bladder? Fine. In case you don't register, you pillowbiting pillroller, if you want to make a threat to such as I - you'd better have something to back it up with, because if you're trying to fold me on BRAGS, you're in for a rude shock.
I don't SCARE, MptyPants. To be afraid of something, you have to believe that it has the capacity to harm you... Any fool can see that such as you - some frustrated mail order med-school T&A man - has precious little to make the likes of the Angel of DEATH Most Exalted so much as notice he EXISTS. Fear? It is to laugh. So you can go peddle your homoerotic fantasies back at the Alley Apple Abortion Clinic you clean coathangers for all night, okay? Nobody's buying here, fluffernutter.
Further, you seem to think that people actually CARE that you and this Neige-a-tive don't like each other... It is to laugh... If you two put your hearts and souls into selling that line of schmaltz, you could generate enough heat to toast some BREAD.... LIGHTLY. We all see you two hanging out together... Going to clubs... Sharing each other's lipstick... You're like sisters - only not interesting. Kindly go soak your skull until enough dandruff crust comes off that oxygen can reach your brain once more... Remember... You're not slow.... You're not fast... You're HALF FAST
Just looking out for what passes for 'stars' in this grab-astic podunk promotion...
You're welcome... See you SOON.