oh god! here we go again. naw, u din't strike a nerve, i'm shillin, i'm content, kiccin bacc. u shtarted wit tha personal shit insultin my intelligence callin me a dumbass (jus like lil kids). i don't get all butt hurt (i mean that literally, hint hint) and get on tha net TALKIN SHIT callin folx dumbasses when i don't kno em or when i will never see em in 3d. that's LAME. sorta like talkin shit behind some1's bacc. if i disagree wit an OPINION then i keep it to myself, or i let em kno, but callin em names, naw homie. that shit is HELLA gay. it's like u on here and u got sum kinda acceptance or somethin, like a sense of belonging cuz tha outside world piccs on u, so u vent on tha keypads and get carried away with ur comments u cant say in public to someones face. but it's all good. again bacc to tha topic, "u can't always believe wut u see, heard uv special fx?" huh, so ur tellin me that tha cardboard cut out wuz a special effect- like tha simpsons? hmmmm. so if i saw a motha fucca slap tha shit outta bitch ass skittle like u WITH MY OWN EYES, then i'm not supposed to believe wut i see? anyways, i'm kewl, go ahead and make ur lil "i gotta get tha last laugh" comment in, hope it lets u sleep better at night cuz i kno them hemorrhoids wont. ur lame boy. if it's so PERSONAL, y u gonna tell tha internet u got hemorroihds? mussa been a mean plug mean mugg. anyways, i'm done, i'm bout to go look for ANOTHER house to buy and rent out, I'M motivated by money, not callin folx names on tha internet across tha country. peace and blessings to u homie. fold.