Little Johnny Howard wrote:



Since you started this crossposted thread, you are the troll. Glad to
see you've identified yourself though.


Well excuse me, I did NOT start this thread. I was merely responding to
"FED-UP" in aus.gardens. He/she was the first crossposter in the
thread. I didn't even realise at first on replying I was crossposting.
And I'm only continuing to now so that you can see it. I don't know
what group you usually post to.



Good to see you admitting you can do worse, bitch.


That doesn't even makes sense, bitch. It means I could (if I wanted to)
call you worse namby-pamby names than you're calling me... bitch. Yawn.



So you couldn't keep reading and find my examples?

What? TWO? Two whole examples? As I said in my earlier response to
you, weigh up the percentages of violence by women against men and
vice-versa.


You wimin never are, bitch.

Is that the best you can do? Grow up little boy.



There are dozens. You can go and find them for yourself.


Um... that's not the way it works, doofus. YOU'RE the one who initially
challenged that point. I believe that's YOUR job.




Well, he ended up with only one, I think. Or did they sow it back on?


It's "sew" love. Anyway, how should I know? YOU'RE the one who bought
it up! Are you mental or something?


And that's in a different context.


What? Of course it's not in a different context.


Which you full well know but you're
trying to pervert this like a typical bitch.


Groan. If you say so.


And you wimin do those things too, in that context.


Well, I haven't heard about it and I'm clearly a little more in touch
with things than you are.


I'd pefer to see you keep going, bitch. Pretty soon you'll ****
yourself over.

Really? Would you have the guts to say it to my face? No, I didn't
think so. Look, you're becoming tiring now; I've had my fun with you
and I've now realised you must be a child. I don't **** around with kids.



You said it, bitch. You prove it.


School holidays just started, huh?


You got that right, bitch.

There's this thing grown ups do called sarcasm.


Go and do your housework, bitch.


Tsk, hopeless response. I pity your Mummy.

Bye-bye, son.