This thread rocks.
Well, it sashays, anyway.
Aryan Geisha sounds butthurt. More butter, man. More butter.
Don't make me chop a swastika starfish.
As for VF, I go there on the regular, like. If you and your pansy reinforcements had something original to offer, something that wasn't already half-baked five years ago and then endlessly reheated, I'd stick around a bit more.
Now be a good boy and man up. You love to dish it out but, when the time comes for you to take it, you close up your man-rose tighter than a ghetto gas cap.
You're a schmuck and a putz. But I let it slide, so to speak, because I don't want to interfere with you as you go through the already harrowing process of taking your first mincing steps out of the Harrod's women's dressing room.
Uh, not that there's anything wrong with that.