If you're thinking about dragging me into your retarded little slapfight, you should prepare yourself for the possibilty that I'm not going to do exactly what you want, when you want.
It's like this: If a friend gets jumped out of nowhere, I'll try to help. But if a friend picks a fight and then gets mad because it's not turning out the way they think it should, I'm under no obligation to do anything but stand by and watch the learning process take place. If you keep insisting that I step up and say something, don't act surprised if I try to find the lighter side of it and point out how ridiculous the whole thing is. That's kind of what I do.
And if you find any of this displeasing, you're a stupid stinky poopyhead and I don't like you anymore and I'm telling Mom.
Posted by Jim Treacher at June 12, 2003 09:41 AM