I apologize...yet again.

[Gravdigr]

John, you told me to go fuck my mother. You told me to fuck my mother.

What should my response have been? I can tell you what my response is to ANYBODY who says that to me in real life, in my presence...They get the shit slapped out of them. Even if I know it's gonna cost me an ass beating, they get the taste slapped outta their mouth.

Now, we aren't in each others' presence, are we? If we were, what could I hope to accomplish to by slapping you out of your chair? Not much. At best, I would be abusing the handicapped, which would not win me praise, nor the adoration of beautiful women. So, there's really not a whole hell of a lot I can do about it, now is there? All I could possibly do is try to let it go, and that's what I tried to do. I even tried to accept your apology, which, I can see, now, is worthless.

I even wasted five seconds of my life wishing your sorry ass a Merry Christmas.

So, you can take your apology, write it down on a piece of 80 grit sandpaper and shove up your ass. I don't give a fuck what you think, what you say, or what you feel. About me, yourself, or anybody else.

Eat a bag of dicks, you mental midget.

I'm done with this, now.