Don't you just want to hit it?

At present there is some little mofo in Canada who wants my blood. Seems he's more gullible than your average 2 year-old at Christmas. But what the heck, I had my fun. I still can't believe the little tosser hurried his ass down to the mall to meet me, and then sent his woman in to scope out the bogger walls for his e-mail address, which was apparently written there.

I had to regretfully stand the poor guy up, seeing as it's hard and all to get from Australia to Canada in half an hour, and he was mighty rejected. But all in all the argument that took place upon his return was a well needed boost to my spirits. I haven't had a good retarded Internet fight since, well, since MSN closed down the Grotto.
Mind you, it was a bit of a slow argument. He took about 3 minutes to spew out a totally "leet" line of illiterate garbage. But someone who knows him in person informed me that it's because he has to take time to flick his hair to the side before he starts to type. What a dumb ass.

So if you're bored and you want to have fun, add ditto272@hotmail.com. You can get the other good details from his profile.

Hahaha! Try hard emo!