No. But, what I can do, is not make any reference to you in any of my posts, which means that, whilst it ought to be okay for you to respond to any topic, provided you cut out the personal stuff, I will do likewise. So, for example, if, on The Daily Arsenal thread, I write something like, "AFC embarrass themselves, yet again" (which, let's both be honest, is going to be a line that I am going to be writing at some during the course of this season), you could respond with something like (a) "That's rather harsh, HIAG; I thought that we, etc..." or (b) "Yeah, I know, mate. We were dire, yet again!" But, if you give in to temptation to make it personal, with a pop at me, rather than at my views, then the truce is off, and I'll go back to "owning" you, big time. Deal?
I should have known your love for Mourinho would get in the way, you big Chelsea blue Pom Pom waving pansy Anyway as I've said before, if you didn't bring me into your failed wums, I wouldn't need to show you up. So let's see if you can stick to your edict and 'and not make any reference to you in any of my posts' and I'll do likewise
If HIAG doesn't audition the finger puppets to get his minge mucus leaching from his clunge pool, PSKIEs one-eyed monster is going to leave his velcro triangle resembling a blind cobbler's thumb. HIAG awoke the next morning with his salmon slit still leaking. He thought it was over but PSKIE's bald avenger had other ideas. Inserting a squash into HIAGs frilling pink golf bag got HIAG squirting clunge gunge faster than a greased weasel ****. When PSKIE removed his tenderloin truncheon from HIAGs poo pipe, he was pleasantly surprised to see a sewer trout staring back as him. PSkIE knew HIAG couldn't wait to chow down on the footlong fudge bullet off his bugger king. The pounding of HIAGs rusty bullet hole was so vigorous, PSKIE soon found his two amigos joining his chorizo howitzer deep in HIAGs rusty bullet hole
Now now HIAG, I thought you were going to 'not make reference to you in any of my posts' ? If you don't want to play, I'm happy to allow you to carry embarrassing yourself. But don't start blubbing and crying foul when it happens
You know the score: if you want me to stop "owning" you, cut out the personal attacks. There's no shame in admitting that you've had enough, mate. In fact, admitting defeat can be quite cathartic (so I have been told by losers). The ball's in your court, PIXIE. Give up the juvenile name-calling, or I continue the turkey-shoot.
There's no name calling mate, just you blubbing when your wums go wrong. If you were smart you'd realise that the only reason I even mention your name is when you try and fail to 'own' me. It's a simple choice for you. And you know full well it is
I "own" you every time you try to be clever. Your resorting to personal attacks is an admission of failure on your part, even though you appear not to appreciate the fact. I never resort to calling you juvenile names, PIXIE.
