Fuck you, white boy!

Probably because for the majority of them, it would cause only confusion.

Dang! Good one. But mainly because you beat me to it.

But are you pretty fly?

For a Chef Guy.
Damn you! That’s an earworm I won’t get rid of

Hey, were you playing that funk… oh, wait nevermind.

At one time I did have aspirations to be a boogie singer.

And in 1965 you, had you been paying attention in ROTC class, should’ve projected what, exactly? :wink:

He was in Portland and had a bicycle. So he had all the rights.

And you were in Portland fumbling for keys to what? A car? In Portland?

You are lucky you didn’t get strung up from the nearest light-rail sign.

I’d say you nailed it.

An insult towards a vehicle owner by a lonely adult on a bike selling flowers ?

I mean who looks like the loser here ? What weight could his insult possibly carry ?

Only within his own limited mind. Leave it at that.

I think the point is; what’s with the pseudo threats? Let’s just agree the guy is an asshole. No need to imply that you will beat the snot out of him should you ever see him. Sounds slightly juvenile if you ask me.

I think you handled the situation perfectly.

This post is a joke…right?

:dubious:

Psssst…when he says “who looks like the loser here,” he means the florist.

Back in my day, we used to say, “Fuck you, distinguished Caucasian gentleman!”

We had class.

That’s REALLY being kind to the fellow. :stuck_out_tongue:

Ever since Good Morning Vietnam I hear “play that funky music” in a Lawrence Welk accent.

For a really devastating insult, Off-Kilter Flower Person could have yelled “Dirty White Boy!”*

*just trying to substitute a different earworm.

They’re ads for bike stuff because there’s a bicycle mentioned in the OP… but the bicycle isn’t exactly germane to the story.

Usually they’re a bit more on-point; abortion threads have ads for Planned Parenthood and adoption groups and anti-abortion websites and so on.

Mobile efflorence distributor?

Lord loves a workin’ man; see a doctor and get rid of it.

Some people just don’t recognize a come on.

Hmm, what? Me, advocate violence? Never. Sometimes. Perhaps I misunderstood what you wrote. What did you mean when you informed us all that you have a quick temper, and should you ever meet this drunk injun again, it “would not end well” for him? Does that mean next time you’ll tell him you don’t care much for his insolence?

“Ah ha!! You again, eh darkie? Well, settle right down, my good man, and prepare for a tongue lashing the likes of which you’ll quite likely not see again this century, sir!”