Oh, by the way...

the primary  reason I was in Miami over the weekend?

This girl around whom I have my arm...?





She celebrated the first anniversary of her 39th birthday Saturday. (grin)

Happy Birthday Micali.   I love you.

Yeah, that's what I thought

Welp, I showed up - just like I promised the pansy I would.

So what was his excuse?  "I'm not driving out there unless I have an EXACT PLACE AND TIME!!!!  IT'S A BIG MALL, YOU KNOW!!!!!"

Of course, the Denizens will remember that I gave the boy at least three chances to tell me exactly where he'd be (they're here in these two threads, if you want a look).

He was even given one more chance in this Rottweiler thread to put up or shut up - and didn't. (And - wouldn't you know it - now he's whining about it.)

So, in abject dishonor of the simp, these next comments are directed to him:

Non-Moron, you.  Are.  A.  Freakin'.  Coward.

You abso-friggin'-lutely know  why you didn't take me up on my offer - because you know you'd've gotten your anti-Semitic racist ass handed to you in chunks.

Y'hear me, boy???  Chunks.

ESAD, you limp-wristed little fairy.  You're nothing.