So.... Jim... my little nunchuck, my little serape, my little biscuit... HAH! You were hoping the guys here would think that you were my confidant when I acknowledged your gift. You were deluded into thinking that a response from me would allow you to bask in my glory if only briefly. You thought a handful of sticks... real nice sticks by the way... would buy you my consideration and allow you to post any asshattery you wish with impunity. It never surpises me when the little people, the social climbers and the graspers, seek to curry the favor of Le Homme, yours truly, by sending him bribes while masking this scurrilous and ham handed gesture as an act of generosity. It worked of course... I'm just sayin'...
I no longer think less of you... well... I do but not as much.
You sir, are exposed.
Thanks Jim. You my daddy!
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