gas my friend, he can't flame me, I just don't worry about what ill informed low information think
I let the words speak for themselves, and it's not hard to distinguish the truth from lies either
there's a reason I call them libtarded, they just don't have 'it", they don't comprehend "it", and they distort nearly everything they think about
I treat them accordingly, and with a big ass grin on my face w-thumbs!^
at the end of the day, if you don't respect somebody, if you think they're not very bright and you think they're of rude abrassive nature, you're just not concerned with anything they say or think,
c'est la vie
I don't start there, but I end there, and when I do my sharp tongue emerges