Eight, Nine an Ten.
Eight.
Truly pathetic. My current screen is small enough that not a single word of your whiny posts are even appearing on my screen except for the ‘reply’ button and yet you’re sending (what I bet are) screeching, foaming at the mouth rants alternating with snarky, whiny one-liners out of the desperate need to hurt me.
Poor baby.
How many hours has it been now, refreshing your browser constantly, waiting with baited breath for my next one-word reply so you can try again and again to make the nasty nasty Protestant pay for his sins?
Keep going; I’ve got an over-under with a couple of my friends and I’ll be sitting pretty if you desperately grab for the last word ten more times.