I'll make this fast, nerd, because I know you have the attention span of a short-bus chipmunk on a three-day meth binge. I do not feel the need to pause at each thread to verbally castigate the unworthy, but I felt this warranted a comment or two. Contrary to what you may think, e-chest-pounding regarding the remote when you're not getting any means you didn't "win". You're not even riding the bench. You're in the cheap seats, with your drunk uncle Edwin, keeping a box score on a sticky scoresheet from last night's game.
Until you can find, from experience, the clitoris you are prohibited from grandstanding with regards to women.
Oh, and why do you seem to "lose the remote" within seconds of whipping it out?
Until you can find, from experience, the clitoris you are prohibited from grandstanding with regards to women.
Oh, and why do you seem to "lose the remote" within seconds of whipping it out?