Watching Cane in Orlando trying to out derail a hopelessly derailed thread by arguing 40 times from 30 years ago with a 16 year old is the kind of content I need more of.
You spend your day sending me bizarre phallic symbols of your scabby crusted package or calling me Mrs. and I don’t get the irony?
Dude you’re the poster child for repression.
I used to think you were just sad, lonely attention *****. But your 400-500 posts in the last week make it obvious you have some kind of compulsive disorder.