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he was deliberately crawling up my ass and setting off roman candles. Like a schmuck, I heartily ate the troll bait and imploded. I see now that by ignoring him, I'm depriving myself of fuel for my righteous indignation, and he has one less person to feel superior to. I'm still not going to take being insulted, but have decided to sink to his level instead of ignoring him like a boring "adult". Far more engaging that way.
He still thinks I'm a clueless fucktard and I still think he traded his soul for a soiled paperback copy of Das Kapital he found in a dumpster behind a coffeehouse.
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Sìn a nall na cuaranan sin. -- Cha mhór is fheairrde thu iad, tha iad coltach ri cat air a dhathadh
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