Seemingly you can ladle out the abuse but you obviously have a difficult time stomaching it in return: that would appear to be typical of a fat, attention-whoring WUM who simply doesn't know when to stop. Perhaps you should settle down and have a nice hot dog before you work yourself up into a full-on heart attack. Cheers, ducks!
Yes dear. Seeing as you know my height and weight, would you care to hazard a guess at my age, qualifications, marital status and the colour of my car? PS. Where did I say or do anything that suggested I 'could not take' the abuse in return?
You said I "disagreed" with your posts, when I never said any such thing. Your petulant responses in this thread indicate strongly that you can "dish it out," but you can't take it. Trying to have the last word long after you've been shown the door is yet another indication of a weak, undisciplined mind. Fat, as it were. Go on, child. On your bike ... or perhaps, in your case, your electric "mobility" scooter. TETL.
I like hot dogs . I've even bought some of that Frenchies hot dog mustard . I thought I'd treat myself , it was buy one get one free though .
Right you are, Premier League Tigers ... this has become rather personal. Forgive me, Erik, for I have sinned. How about a peace offering? Perhaps a nice hot dog would do.
So this didn't start because you disagreed with me poking fun at American 'soccer' fans? Hmm... "Trying to have the last word" - LMAO, If only I were as strong-willed as you, who obviously hasn't attempted to have the last word by responding with another failed insult about my apparent "weak, undisciplined mind". "Child" - "Mobility scooter" - Nah, just a car and a bicycle for me, darling.
No onions for me . I alternate between a ketchup one and a 'Frenchies ' mustard one . If I'm feeling adventurous I'll even have one with both on . Rock and Roll !!!!!
I sometimes sicken myself . I can eat half a dozen of those bastards in less than five minutes . I once turned away from the hot dog lifestyle when I looked at the ingredients and saw I was eating mechanically recovered chicken. I'm still not sure exactly what that means but like a rattling smack head I was soon back on those mo fo's.
I fancy a hotdog now. One day I'm going to make one with three hotdogs, mayo, mustard, ketchup, fried onions and bacon. That's the dream, chaps, that's the dream.
That's a down right lie . I thought I'd give your ' bacon improves everything ' approach to life . The salt in Danish back bacon certainly does not agree with a severe case of Plymouth Argyles . If anything it's made them worse . A couple of gentle rubs and I'm in ****ing agony. Well done !!!!!
I lived in Portland for 10 years, hence the user name. The fans there are incredible. It started from one block of seats (section 107) and spread and spread. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s50SvZm9jQE The road trip up to watch the Seattle Flounders was the highlight of the season every season. This is the Timbers first season in the MLS. Every game a sell out.
