Reverend Phelps said:
You are here on a daily basis trying to seek redemption because from the very first night on TW all the way until today we have spanked your sorry ass.
Pardon the cliché, but you view the world as you are, not as it is. This easily explains your claims. See, I don't think you're lying when you make such absurd claims, no no. You believe every single stupid word you wrote.
While you were chomping over the bit as were your fellow trolltards, I was past this thread, simply because I've already taken it to it's logical conclusion, and the laughs are one sided in my favor. It's you and the other trollpussies that are keeping it alive, proving your stupidity and penchant for getting spanked every step of the way.
Face the facts, kid. You're here because of me, your still here because of me, and you keep returning to address my words. From TW, the mini off-springs all the way to your journey here and your latest sad venture one thing has been consistent: Me using you as a source of laughter, and let me stress it's in the "at" context, not "with".
Feel free to make your claims. You're entitled to every stupid one of them. But the reality of the matter is I was nowhere in sight while you were looking up the word "redemption", again, chomping at the bit.
Keep on using your stupid little emoticons, making homosexual innuendos and pretending I'm somebody I'm not. What it boils down to is this: I can prove what I've done to you, the time and effort I've caused you to endure, but all you've got is "junky" and your list of ever-so-witty words and phrases to call someone a homosexual.
If you've really won the war of words, show me. Prove your worth. Proclaiming "pwned" and alluding to sodomy only shows your limited capacity to express yourselves, also known as "stupidity".
It doesn't matter to me how one sided my arguments against you are or how many of you I take on. The fact that you keep on returning says a lot more than your baseless assertions. It's a cry for help.
I no longer need to claim my victories over you; the proof that you need to come at me 5 on 1 and still can't get the job done is proof in itself.
It's sad, but there's one thing that you douchebags just can't seem to wrap your little minds around: I keep fucking with you because of the laughs you provide me. You're my personal clowns. And from that point of view, my only angle in all of this, I've got you exactly where I've had you from day one: under my bright light of observation, pointing and laughing.
Thanks for the laughs, each and every stupid one of you.
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