Listen, pal, I'm gonna ask you somerthing, and I want you to pay close attention because it's a serious question:
Do
you
want
to
fhuckjam
with
me?
Because as WE recall, it was you that wimpered and tossed an olive branch to me. And I am so willing to stick that olive branch up my ass - scuse, I forget, arse ("I listened to John Peel on Pigsnot Iowa's WDUH whilst catching the Cure's first show in Jim Bob Breech's barn) - and pass it back to you, if that's what you really want.
I want you to think abou this. Because I'm lonely, and I like to play. So do you want to play with me? Because I WILL stalk your every comment if that's what you wish.
AKA: You want to be a stupid biitch, I'mmo treat you like a stupid biitch.
Just making sure you're cool with this before we resume.
Stupid Limey jizzbag worshipping a retarded ugly American. Seriously, man, your country is in turmoil, enjoy it while you can. We'll still be here falling apart when what's left of England joins France so it won't get invaded by Ireland and the Isle of Wight.