Get back to the bus terminal.
Exactly WHAT TF is your major malfunction, [expletive deleted]?
You've run out of vacant "arguments" to counter me with, so you now engage in an endless stream of serial personal attacks?
Good grief, you're a real piece of work. A real keyboard kommando. BIG brave macho man, typing cheap shots at the gimp, right? Wow, such bravado.
Get back with me when you grow up. Or sober-up. Or both.
Better yet, DON'T get back with me. Leave me TF alone. If you have an insatiable need to nip at ankles, go find some OTHER ankles to bite, OK? I've about had it with your snotty routine.
When you began ridiculing me for my physical disability, you crossed the line, pal. When you CONTINUED your personal attacks, staccato fashion, one after another -- a series of insulting one-liners, mocking my physical health situation... You are no longer an amusing oddity. You are now an offensive, abusive, nasty piece of work.