Yes, I remember hitting the abuse button on this inflated ego months ago. He talked as if he'd just fallen off the DU turnip truck back then, too.
Does he kiss his mother with that mouth? I don't know -- she's not back from the bar yet.
Give me a minute, I have to put on my "NO KETCHUP FOR JET FUEL" tee-shirt, you cheesy-blog-quoting, Kool-Aid-drinking, paragraph-omitting, headline changer, DoomBoy. The "Big" doesn't apply exactly the way you meant it.
I'd unleash my Shakespeare insults on you, but they would sail over your mulletted head and be wasted. Maybe you'd understand a little paraphrased Marsellus Wallace: "A couple of type-hittin’ FReepers gonna git Medieval on you trolls...."
Then again, maybe not.
You said, "Shame on you, all f***ing TRAITORS to American people!" before your well-deserved ZOT. Once you've straightened out the syntax (look it up yourself) in this sentence, maybe you can figure out who the troll is here.
Ask not for whom the bong trolls....
boy howdy... someone sure got you riled this morning!
must I open up a can of whupass on 'im?