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Rob Cypher
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Lookie at the e-mail gimpy sent me:
>You make me laugh you teet hanging punk. You can't do ****. Your mama
>got NDs info from the correspondence he had with A&E. YOU wouldnt have
>even known to do that. THANK YOU MOMMY DEAR! You'e helpless, defenseless
>and balless. Grow the **** up. Get out of the bedroom you grew up in and
>out of your little protected world. It wont be protected forever and
>then whatcha gonna do? Join the priesthood to prey on the litle boys
>you're so fond of ya sick *******. Mommy knows about that too don't
>she?...OUTLAW
So obviously we need to clear up a few points here for the gimpster,
because no one likes an ignorant cripple.
1. ND didn't get the chance to contact A&E because I preemptively
posted
that info because of his ****ing threats. that shut his ****ing mouth
the
**** up, y'all. All it took for me to find info on him was 20 minutes
of research
and combing through google groups and the yellow pages.
2. I grew up in wilkinsburg, pa which in the time I was raised (early
90's) was
like the wild west because of gangs competiting for drug-money-power
and the
(semi-corrupt) cops didn't play either. I wasn't stupid; I stayed out
of all that
bullshit and stuck to my books (which made me a "geek" but it's better
than
being a corpse). When I had to fight I fought and battled well but
that was not
my first choice of action as it ran counter to my survival instincts.
3. I was not sheltered. my mom's bf used to beat me every other day
for
imagined offenses usually due to his drinking at the time and my mom
was too scared to do anything about half the time, which infurates me
when I think about it in retrospect but it's all dust in the wind now.
4. If Outlaw wants to drag his disabled ass down to the burgh for an
amusing asswhooping he can do so and I have no problem waiting
for the ****er to show up. you better bring a weapon because otherwise
your only mode of attack is probably to headbutt my nuts while your
spastic leg trembles like it's got MD.
5. Come and get me, gimp
Rob Cypher
robcypher.livejournal.com
>You make me laugh you teet hanging punk. You can't do ****. Your mama
>got NDs info from the correspondence he had with A&E. YOU wouldnt have
>even known to do that. THANK YOU MOMMY DEAR! You'e helpless, defenseless
>and balless. Grow the **** up. Get out of the bedroom you grew up in and
>out of your little protected world. It wont be protected forever and
>then whatcha gonna do? Join the priesthood to prey on the litle boys
>you're so fond of ya sick *******. Mommy knows about that too don't
>she?...OUTLAW
So obviously we need to clear up a few points here for the gimpster,
because no one likes an ignorant cripple.
1. ND didn't get the chance to contact A&E because I preemptively
posted
that info because of his ****ing threats. that shut his ****ing mouth
the
**** up, y'all. All it took for me to find info on him was 20 minutes
of research
and combing through google groups and the yellow pages.
2. I grew up in wilkinsburg, pa which in the time I was raised (early
90's) was
like the wild west because of gangs competiting for drug-money-power
and the
(semi-corrupt) cops didn't play either. I wasn't stupid; I stayed out
of all that
bullshit and stuck to my books (which made me a "geek" but it's better
than
being a corpse). When I had to fight I fought and battled well but
that was not
my first choice of action as it ran counter to my survival instincts.
3. I was not sheltered. my mom's bf used to beat me every other day
for
imagined offenses usually due to his drinking at the time and my mom
was too scared to do anything about half the time, which infurates me
when I think about it in retrospect but it's all dust in the wind now.
4. If Outlaw wants to drag his disabled ass down to the burgh for an
amusing asswhooping he can do so and I have no problem waiting
for the ****er to show up. you better bring a weapon because otherwise
your only mode of attack is probably to headbutt my nuts while your
spastic leg trembles like it's got MD.
5. Come and get me, gimp
Rob Cypher
robcypher.livejournal.com
