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Originally Posted by Robbie
Wow...you sure have me scared now. Well since you really think you could whip my ass...I'd say why not come on to Internext THIS year and teach me a lesson? Maybe you could beat me up with your MMA skills? That would make a great story wouldn't it? And by the way Al's name isn't "Foray" but whatever.
Point is you just said yourself that conventions were good. But unless you were at the shows from the 1990's to 2001 you didn't meet Al. Because Al and I went together every year since we owned the company together. And I certainly don't remember meeting you.
Neither he nor I went to any shows again until 2007. So you're either lying or mistaken on that one.
Now I'm gonna just put you on "ignore" before you continue on about how much of a badass you are. And I wasn't implying that I was gonna "fight" you. I'm telling you flat out if anybody, anywhere gets up in my face acting like a jack ass I will hit them as hard as I can and I guarantee you it will hurt real bad. Wouldn't you?
Never mind...I'm putting you on ignore. You're useless to me and most of the time you post on GFY is just trolling anyway. Goodbye mighty "warchild"
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No you don't get it. I don't want to start a fight with you. I don't care how bad you think I am or you think you are. It really doesn't matter to me.
I am going to continue to say whatever I think though because I'm not worried one little bit about running in to you one day. You're totally powerless when it comes to me. I know it makes you feel small but you're going to have to accept it.
You're so predicitable it's comical. Of course I'm lying, just making shit up trying to impress you. It's the only thing that makes sense to your little mind.
I don't know what Al's real name is. I know he introduced himself to me as Al Foray. It was in the Ventian hotel, Internext Vegas in the private Meat Cash entertainment suite where I partied most nights of that particular conference. I don't remember you there at all. If you were there you'd remember me because I was the dude throwing the losers that kept showing up out the front door. I think that was Internext 2002.