Hey FatOne, in case you are tracking my online time, I wanted to let you know that I'm signing off now, it's about 4am. I think I'm online for about an hour now, but I'm a little drunk. I'm going to bed now. You can check what time I'm online and posting tomorrow.
Are you retarded? YOU brought up the idea of tracking you, not me. I never once said I was going to do it, in fact I said that dispite my pathetic life I had better things to do.
But thanks for showing my point, your life is so empty that I seem to be on my mind. Your latest post is not that of a person who does not care what I think. You very much deeply care what I think, or you wouldn't post over and over again trying to convince me that I am wrong.
Yeah 200K+ half a day, hot wife, free trim. When are you going to bring up your 9 inch dick and your Mensa level IQ, tis the internet way.
Add it all together
with your posting habits and something does not add up. I can believe someone making 200 bucks an hour with loads of vag being tossed his way, I can believe someone spending at least an hour going through terb every day and another 3 or 4 actually reading a bunch of threads and posting on them [never mind other internet activities]. There is no way in hell that both traits are in the same person. I do have hard evidence of one of these things, and it isn't the former. Someone who makes 200 grand on half time should have the sense to figure that out and dropped it a long time ago.
Like others have pointed out, you just can't figure out when you don't have a leg to stand on.
Why am I reminded of this
Tommy Flanagan: Hello, my name is Tommy Flanagan, and I'm a member of Pathological Liars Anonymous. In fact.. I'm the president of the organization!
I didn't always lie. No, when I was a kid, I told the truth. But then one day, I got caught stealing money out of my mother's purse. I lied. I told her it was homework - that my teacher told me to do it. And she got fired! Yeah, that's what happened!
After that, lying was easy for me. I lied about my age and joined the army. I was thirteen at the time. Yeah.. I went to Vietnam, and I was injured catching a mortar shell in my teeth. And they made me a three-star general! And then I got a job in journalism, writing for the National Enquire.. er, Geographic! Yeah.. I was making twenty thousand a ye.. month! In fact, I won the Pulitzer Prize that year! Yeah, that's the ticket.
And then my cousin died - Joe Louis - and I took it hard. Maybe too hard - I tried to kill myself. Yeahh.. I did kill myself! Sure! I was medically dead for a week and a half! It was a woman that brought me out of it - Indira Gandhi! Yeah, right.. And she told me about Pathological Liars Anonymous.
Oh, you'd be surprised how many famous people belong. In fact.. at one of the meetings I met my wife - Morgan Fairchild! Yes, I'm a change man now, and all because of Pathological Liars Anonymous. Why, I - I even have my picture on the cover of Newsweek magazine. Yeah. Every day! Yeah.. that's the ticket! Yeah, you betcha!