You get a grip. Do a Larry King on David
Letterman and someone's gonna tell you to pull that stick out your
arse and stop making a fool of yourself. This forum's for chilling
(or did you think Crappology was a bona fide field of study,
moron?) and not trying to impress anyone with your wealth of
useless knowledge. If you're so desperate to show off what
little knowledge you have in as inappropriate a context as the
present one, sheesh, son, you really do need to get a life.
Get it, or do you really need to pull that stick out your arse,
you starched self-important twat?
I'm done with you. Go find some kid to impress with your
anal wannabe ramblings, cause I've got better things to do with my
time than listen to some never-was regurgitate the sports page.
Morons don't come bigger than you, do they? So what are you bragging about, nincompoop?
Gone to your first tennis tourny on corporate tickets and pretend
to know bags about the game and the players? Which planet have you
been on, really? To liken your brand of silly comedy to the
slapstick of Letterman is pretty much an insult to the dullest
minds around - have you seen Letterman espousing criminally
laughable bullshit in the mould of witnessing snow in the
summer? Amazing you'd even liken your Verdasco garb to pass
off as crap fit for rational consumption.
Talking to your hands and getting a life might just do your
rather limited mental faculty a world of good - so much for
chilling! In the meantime, mugging that tennis
encyclopedia might actually do wonders for starters to boost your
rather pathetic knowledge of a sport which seems to do wonders in
further fuelling your anal inaptitude at comprehending your
awe-inspiring folly.
So, what's new? Come back after getting a grip on your drivel
with something more salient than "reserving comments" on Verdasco
on the back of your first ever corporate excursion to a Slam
(bet it must have been as memorable as your pre-school trip to the
zoo...pathetic, isn't it?) - maybe, just maybe, you'd have
more than just your hands to talk to then.
In the meantime, enjoy your delusional ramblings fit for a
foolish wannabe (and enjoy selling your spin to a few ignorant
souls)