Que Va
Literotica Guru
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- Nov 14, 2014
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I don't give a fuck what terms you agree with dickhead. I'm not carrying on with you over there. I put your pathetic lil alt on ignore. So prattle away all ya like.
You have my terms. I offered to meet you halfway so you can run your big mouth to me, to my face. If you're not man enough, so be it. I already knew that.![]()
Not over there, but over here...
not on a train, nor in the rain...
I will fly, if you will buy...
Heres the thing...
You cannot stop me from attaching your well-earned stink wherever you go, and as I said, I reject your terms. I am not going to wait in a Cracker barrel (how appropro) in Edmonton Oklahoma that happens to be the mid-point.
Your "terms" or threat leaves you sitting in a cracker-barrel declaring victory. My terms means you have no solace until you decide that you have better things to do and simply go back to whatever you were doing before you followed, sniffing after the lovely young Ally into a political thread and decided you could impress her by attacking someone that you perceive to be a lesser man.
All of that says far more about you, then it does about me. Even if that were not true, who has the greater resource of time to spend here?
Think it over, I suspect you will find a way to salvage your ego, declare victory, and leave me the fuck alone.