I feel compelled to put fingers to keys.
I (hope!) I banned a troll tonight. He called me ‘dumber than a box of hair’. I thought that was funny as heck. Literally. I laughed out loud, and then went and shared it with the wife.
After that, I banned him (I hope!) of course. One cannot tolerate that sort of jape from a jackanape and a bounder. Who doubtless waits until his mother falls into the arms of Morpheus, and under the influence of morphiates as well, no doubt, and then skulks into her boudoir, and fidgets guiltily about, under her covers, making her poodles snarl and whimper.
His blog is dumb, as well, and insults Jesus, and is poorly written. As if by retarded chimps.
See how much fun this can be? Insulting total strangers anonymously? You fag?
Does your mother stir, there in her torpor, Soup? Do her leaden loins reject you, yet crave my manly touch?
Do you still want to play this game with your betters, you, a Lawn Dart afficianado, and I, an accomplished tennis player? Allow me to thump my balls on your forehead.
I am done with you, douche-breath. I was just teasing. I do not play outside of my weight class, and you, my possible son, are as light as a feather, there in your loafers.
Goodbye, sweet princess.