Now this folks is a fucking funny conversation.
It starts with an abrupt message off some prick called Brian.
I've left the email in on purpose. :wink:
I goad with a slightly more offensive response.
Should I sign him up to a few pr0n sites? Spam tastes good yo? :grin:
These conversations are worth the number of bounced emails I get when I send out SPAM...
I'll update from Prisoner Cell Block Nerd when they extradite me. :laugh:
It starts with an abrupt message off some prick called Brian.
I've left the email in on purpose. :wink:
So I respond with a perfectly polite and reasonable answer.
Apparently this particular breed of anal felcher is unable to uncheck a tickbox.
Now we're talking. He's actually going to pussy out and report a competition notice in a email list he opted into.
I goad with a slightly more offensive response.
He responds with this and the attachment at the bottom.
Awww, he feels better. That's nice.
Should I sign him up to a few pr0n sites? Spam tastes good yo? :grin:
He gets technical, calls me a child (based on the assumption that everyone that plays wargames is in their mums basement) and wait for it... brings mum into the equation. Auto lose.
I pull out my metaphorical drudge skeletons emphasize my previous point and block his 10/10 FBI card. Then I wank in front of the federal agent.
These conversations are worth the number of bounced emails I get when I send out SPAM...
I'll update from Prisoner Cell Block Nerd when they extradite me. :laugh: