All right, Nacho, you whining, self-righteous little puke…
GENIUS-level comeback. And t’think, you just bitched about Techy playing with those grade-two insults a few sentences before. Hypocritical retard.
Wah wah wah! You’re not supporting me! You’re not my friend! Wa-a-ah! Mommy, he’s not playing nice!
Stop with this “If you’re not for me, you’re against me” bullshit. If you want to act like Little Miss High-Ground, be prepared to take up a little slack, especially since you don’t have the brains or the ability to back up the crap that you spout. You can go ahead and believe that attacking someone is a worthwhile effort. You can go and call it whatever you like. Hell, you’ve gotta be able to put some spin on your assholicness if you want to be able to keep looking at yourself in the mirror, right?
Here’s a word of advice, you cesspool of stupidity: Don’t make a big stink and then try to cover it up with fluff and flowers. So you admit to being able to “stand up to what you believe”… I see you as being a spoiled little bitch.
Have you ever thought about apologizing more often, you poor excuse of a sperm? Believe me, it won’t give you wrinkles or cause your shiny blonde hair to become lacking in lustre. Hell, it might even give you a bit more personality than your ankle-deep shallowness.
Boast and brag all you want about “not being scared”… well, DUH, Einstein, of course Byzantine isn’t going to hunt you down and slice off your clit. But what you’d have learned by now, had you the slightest bit of intelligence in your valley-girl airhead, would be that if you manage to piss off so many people with what you believe to be your “beliefs” (sticking up for Jally… have you even READ the links that Techie provided?), you’re probably doing something WRONG, little girl.
You should be squicked and munged promptly, you crusty-cunt whore, because, obviously, that’s all that you’re good for.