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well, I think Prowler envy is hardly the point.
I don't know Serge. I have zero history with Serge or Nick or whoever that other guy is... in fact, I couldn't tell you what the fuck any of them do outside of oprano. Nor do I give a shit. But I DO know a complete ass when I see one, and Serge earned what he got here today.
For some reason they (Nick, Serge, whoever) seem to think that I should give a shit. Or that some light tossing around of numbers and smack talk is going to change my mind all of the sudden and have me groveling at their feet in worship....
it ain't gonna fucking happen. I don't care who the fuck you think you are. You're nobody to me. Please understand this, as it is the foundation of our very relationship. I am intimidated by NO man. So take your big player cock and your Vipers or whatever the fuck it is that makes you feel like a man today, and stuff it in your ass please.
Nick, I don't like you. And I don't have to. And I probably won't change my mind. I know that may cause you trouble sleeping because you can't digest the fact that someone isn't kissing your ass.... but I'm sure you'll survive it.
So all your talk is, I can only guess, to impress someone who is already kissing your ass who may happen to be reading it. Because it's not working with me. I'm soooo bored with you already, I really don't even know why I'm botherng to write this. (guess I just need to type something to warm up my keyboard for the night...)
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