I can't believe I got called out to being a "queer" and "pathetic" by an "alleged" dude who wears one of Cindy Lauper's leg warmers over his face and calls himself a real gangsta. The only thing I could picture was Doogie Howser coming at me stacking Mafia Crip. I see a road up ahead and the street sign says Memory Lane on it. Let's take a walk. You try sooo hard to convince people you're not worried about reps and how "reps are gay." That's like trying to make people believe that there is NOT a Waffle House on every street corner in Georgia. Yeah right. It seems like every time there's a rep thread, you'll be sure to enter it to tell people you don't care about them. Why tell people that? That's like me and my stand on street racing. You don't see me following up every negative post I make about street racing with going to the races to watch. Me? I don't care much for reps. That's why all 9,000 points I have have never been asked for. As far as cockriders are concerned? I think the only sack handler here is you. I am honored, though. Every time you want a textual beat down, you come straight to the God of it. You call yourself Lucifer or whatever. And here you try to battle God and, as always, good will triumph over evil. Even if you were an millipede, you still wouldn't have a leg to stand on in this. I feel like a college professor being sent to teach 3rd grade when I battle you. Like I'm writing a thesis on how the economic growth spurt of Zimbabwe has helped the value of the work force and spanned the globe with a tougher yet more reliable method of climbing out of a depression-like state. And you're just learning the first half of your A-B-C's. Next time, like I always tell you, remember this is like the corporate ladder. You have to start in the mailroom and work your way up. Later, QD.