I've now had 15 pages of messages (15 X 20 = 300 for the arithmetically challenged), seven full pages of which are as of yet unread. Yet some jackass has the audacity to call me a cunt because his/her (it was a couple, supposedly) was not sufficiently interesting enough for me to read beyond the mouse-over.
And in an amazing display of irony, he/she ends the email with "Grow up cunt and start to realize that is [sic] is not always about you."
One would be inclined to offer them the same advice. . . . |