Guess that means you don't want any fresh lobsters from Maine. OK
Recap:
1. A poster named Salamander reluctantly admits to being a bully; admits to baiting; admits to taunting; admits to rallying sycophants
2. A poster named Daffynition calls her on it
3. Salamander thinks she is being insulted
4. Salamander shows a thin skin
4. Salamander calls Daffy a liar
5. Salamander apparently doesn't want fresh Maine *lobsta*
6. Daffy goes away for the weekend laughing at the thin-skinned lizard's absurdities, thanking her for the miles-'o-smiles
[Hey if the reason you're so cranky is that you're not getting any, that's your problem ...I'm off to Maine]
You keep saying “I’m off to Maine”...but you’re still here. How can we miss you if you won’t go away?
If it will be of any help to you, I’ll be glad to take the lobsters.
You have now exceeded your week’s phoniness quotient.
Go eat your scum-sucking, bottom dwelling garbage filters with your Yankee buddies.
[You sure do post an awful lot of thinly veiled sexual innuendo to me...but the answer’s absolutely “no”. I prefer men.]