Wait… what do I hear in the distance?
It sounds like the whining of a puppy who thought he could play with a fluffy rabbit and is now clutching his one remaining testicle.
Awwwww! Look at the cute little furry cuddly bunny! Isn’t he ADORABLE? He doesn’t respond to my song lyrics for almost two weeks, until I finally have to call him out publicly…..but then when I don’t respond to his “challenge” right away (because I was spending time with my girl, which Sander can fully relate to), he thinks that I’ve been silenced for good! How CUTE!!!
He prefers French over Spanish, and Belgian painters over pictures of bunnies stabbed to death by carrots. He chickens out of our previous battle, but then wants to start a new one. How interesting that you, a “warrior” who stopped playing, suddenly wants to play again!
Sorry, but I finish existing fights before I start new ones. Chew on that, B. Rabbit.
Okay Sander, you win. I’ll bow my head, sink to my knees, and let you retain your scepter of knowledge of the French language, and your throne of Belgian painting wisdom. Because this muse just doesn’t tickle me at the moment.
Sound familiar, old hound?
You say “poultry in distress”; I say the pot is calling the kettle black.
I should come clean, and be completely honest with you, Sander, and with everyone on this forum. I do not possess knowledge of Belgian art, and I have not learned to speak French. So there you go…..now we are BOTH publicly embarrassed. The difference is, I was honest enough to avoid a fight that I knew I could not win. You, on the other hand, started a fight and didn’t finish it.
Now everyone on this forum can read the other thread, and see that you were pummeled by “hair bands” from the 80s, and ultimately defeated by Ozzy Osbourne.
You’re right, Sander. Indifference and incompetence are two different things. So the implication must be that you COULD have beaten me in the lyrical fight, but you just didn’t FEEL LIKE IT.
