Sooooo, with dat being stated...WHO THE H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS ARE YOU TO JUDGE unstable bob? Are you:
Judge Judy?
Judge Wapner?
Judge Mathis?
Judge Joe Brown?
Judge GTO?
Judge Lane?
Judge Dredd?
Judge Reinhold?
Well? Are you any of those judges? HUH? HUH? HUH? No? Well, then, maybe you should S-T-F-U on the W-W-W. Go find an audience with the Sentra azzclowns or the Italians w/ Dragonball Z haircut jabronies, or the ricer wanna be racer pudd pullers, or any other bottom feeding, mouth breathing, choads of humanity who want to try and speak their vice in a loud voice, but only have the lungs of a 3 year old girl who has been smokin' ten packs of unfiltered Luckies a day for fitty years. SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK is how it all comes out from that black hole under that barren area where you have been trying to grow a moustache for the last 16 years! So, to the thunderous sounds of laughter at your expense, slink back into your crack in the wall, and pray that someday you will have the tools to spar with the likes of KINGS! Kings like unstable bob gable. And as such unstable bob is a KING, you, ma'am, are a QUEEN! So, BE GONE!
But wait! Thou must be of significant tuffness, since thou opening volley consisted of calling unstable bob an *******! You must be the tuffest of all cyber tuff guys!
You must be tuffer than Ken Shamrock!:
You must have arms bigger than Greg Valentino!:
Bigger legs than Ronnie Coleman!:
A Bigger chest than Vic Richards!:
Or Pam Anderson!:
You must be cooler than Fonzie!:
Stronger on dirt than Mr Clean!:
And faster than a garden slug!:
All these things MUST be true, so I am VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, SORRY if I pizzed you off in any way......NOT! HELL NO, NOT SORRY IN DA LEAST! NOPE, NOT ONE TINY BIT!!!!!!!