Hey, don’t get all riled up on my account, Natey—oh, sorry, I meant GatorEE.
The pair of you have become rather indistinguishable in my mind.
You simply sound like the type who would rather suffer than triumph, just so long as you could point out, however pathetically, how right you would have been if only the odds had tipped your way.
Like this Christmas morning, in fact, when you could have been merry and friendly, but instead had to begin the day grousing and posturing.
Are you happy now?
I can be happy while calling you an asshole.