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One out of three is unacceptable; you and I are through. Don’t let the screen door hit you . . .
Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
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Well, that’s probably a given. You know I can’t let a good woman go forever. Grrrrrrrrr.
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You realize, don’t you, that you liking avocados is akin to those people who wear garlands of garlic to ward off vampires: avocados repel me, sweetie, they do NOT attract me . . . oh, wait. That’s your plan, isn’t it? Grrrrrrr.
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I see what your game is. You’re just teasing me with the temptation to thoroughly scrub you clean from head to foot. Wow, that’s diabolical in light of your pretense of continuous rejection and overlapping restraining orders, but challenge happily accepted!
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Wrong-o, Pal! Follow the numbers!
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Nice end-run on simply admitting you were absolutely wrong and that you got caught on it, it appears that’s far beyond you or far beneath you, but it’s certainly not surprising. I responded specifically and directly to Jane’s post that she specifically and directly addressed to me, as shown by the algorithms of this website wherein the user name of the intended is clearly displayed and the numerical sequence of that sub thread is too, up until the eighth post in a thread. I have no control over the fact that sub-threads get intertwined with each other and confusion can arise as to who is addressing whom; once again, that is inherent in the algorithms.
Failure to admit when you’ve made a mistake is a character flaw, and smacks of possible narcissism, so if you need lessons in overcoming it, let me know, I’m perfectly willing to assist in any way I can.
Tsk, tsk.