I don't carry on exchanges with people who resort to ad hominem.
Oh. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you without your robe and sandals.
Let me know when I should genuflect, bow and otherwise acknowledge you as Lord and Master of Nevada and My Life.
Since when are you my judge? (Picture me rolling on the floor and laughing my butt off!)
Come visit me. When we can talk face-to-face, then you can tell me how stupid I am. I dare you.
I’ll bet $20,000 that you don’t have the cajones to meet me because you have no idea what you’re talking about. *sheesh*
*whoa*
I just checked — no $20,000 in my pocketses. You?