Unlimited Cain & Nigel Beatdown Fread

[Cain]

Actually, I don't care if you cried or not.  It is none of my concern.  You can try and paint me as the sort of person who actively takes pleasure in causing others misery, but no-one else is buying it. 

Yes, you really should watch your back.  Because, after all, I was the one who accused you of having contempt for the userbase and liked to maliciously fuck with others accounts and insulted you for no apparent reason while you laboured under the illusion that we were friends of any sort.

Oh, no wait, I got that mixed up.  You did the former, I did the latter. 

You see, this is why I find you so odd.  You're more than willing to apply some standard of friendship which should, in theory, hold me back now, yet, when all this was going on, you didn't give a flying fuck about my personal situation or this so-called friendship at all.  Smells like hypocrisy.  Well, it is.  No two ways about it.  You have several nasty digs at me, and that's all cool because...well, whatever your reason was, I cannot be bothered to recall.  I have two digs at you (which I apologized for) and suddenly I'm an evil nasty backstabber who doesnt care for the POWER OF FWIENDSHIP.

But then, I suppose that was just a "disagreement", right?

Your double standards are delicious, please continue.

[Cain]

Now taking bets on who Nigel will lash out against next time she gets sand in her vagina.

[Cain]

Daily reminder kids: friendship is important.  You can insult the fuck out your friends all you want, but if they do the same back, you have to instantly dissolve it, because they are mean and nasty and hateful and stuff.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Dude, you got nasty with me and I asked what had your panties in such a wad, and you went ballistic. It's all in this thread.

I'll concede that "friends", eve in the abstract way I used it, was not a good way to term our association... probably "friendly members of the same community" would have been more accurate.

If you are determined to find a grudge in some past disagreement, go for it, li'l champ.

[Cain]

I'm sure Nigel has made a terribly interesting post above this one.  However, I haven't read it, because chances are it contains

a) boring insults about what a mean and horrible person I am, which are teh yawn.
b) whining about roont fwiendship, which only serves to expose her hypocrisy even further, and are very poor attempts at emotional manipulation.

Oh dear.  Seems like Nigel's two primary modes of dealing with people she doesn't like, don't actually bother me.  What will she do next, dear reader?  PM me constantly, in hope of flooding my inbox?  Sign up my email to spammers?  Enlist others as proxies in her struggle against me?  Tune in next time to find out!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So last night I went to a BBQ with some friends and Space Cowboy, and it was so fucking awesome I can't even begin. Holy fuck! I marinated these two huge sirloin strip steaks, some portabellas, and an eggplant, and baked a metric fuckton of cookies. Daffodil brought a sweet potato salad, which sounds weird but was really tasty, and some bread and wine. Space Cowboy provided a tomato and cheese plate, and altogether what ended up happening was tiny, delicious steak sandwiches. SO FUCKING YUM! I could have marinated the portabellas a little less, though, they really soak that shit up. We sat around the firepit and drank wine and stuffed ourselves, and then we got in the hot tub and watched Cremaster 3.

That, folks, is some weird-ass shit. Apparently it's also nearly impossible to get DVDs of, and the only way our friend managed to get it is because he knows someone who worked on it.

Space Cowboy was openly affectionate in front of the others, which was really nice. He sat at my feet while we ate, and at the end of the night when I was getting tired he was sitting up on the edge of the hot tub in a fluffy white robe with while I leaned on him. Then when everyone left we went inside and geeked out on the internet for an hour or so, laughing our asses off, and then had the most epic sex ever. EVER. For hours. And then we did it again this morning. Twice. I didn't get out of there until noon. He has this arc of stars tattooed across his torso and I have this vision imprinted in my mind of one black star visible between my knees. I am not exactly sure what the hell he does to me half the time, but whatever it is, it rocks. Also he is gorgeous and has an epic moustache and is hung like a stallion. Holy hot fuck, what did I do to rate?

Next, we have a date to go see 9.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Bump for lail

[Cain]

No doubt you've said something fascinating and interesting here, but, again, I haven't bothered to read it.

You know, given that you apparently now consider me a "non-person", you do sure seem to spend far too much time replying and trying to get some sort of reaction out of me.  I'm sure you'll tell yourself you only do it for the lulz, or some other tired cliche, but it really is quite telling.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Loser says what?

[Cain]

+1

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Indignity bump

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

YUO ARE ALL MASSIVE FAGGOTS AND NEED TO USE MORE CAPSLOCKS!

StD,
GIGGLES' ALT.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

YUO ARE ALL MASSIVE FAGGOTS AND NEED TO USE MORE CAPSLOCKS!

StD,
GIGGLES' ALT.

Seriously.

Where is  the rage, Cain? Where is the smackdown? I'm still waiting. I'm so disappointed. I was expecting a continuation of personal attacks on such brilliantly diverse subjects as my character, my ability to retain friendships, my inability to find and maintain healthy romantic relationships, my parenting abilities, my ability to provide for my family, and perhaps even every basement-dweller's ace-in-the-hole, my overall desirability as a woman.

This is such an ideal time, too, what with me being sick and under a lot of stress. If you push the right buttons you could probably get me to snap very easily.

You've really let me down.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Yes, yes, like  this!

Oh wait, I see now, never mind.

You're just picking fights again because your latest boyfriend left you and you're too emotionally immature to deal with this by any other way than coming onto PD and making shit up to justify acting like a raging, humourless cunt.

That's exactly what I was talking about. Good little man!

[the last yatto]