Self Image vs Self Esteem
You are such a TEASE, Rhonda. lol
"When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer." Plutach. Not true, for there are always more worlds to conquer.
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Now, I could get personal with you, but I'm going to take the high road on this one.
The reason I asked about it being a mask is because there kinda are people who overcompensate for low self-esteem. Now, if you're one of them, that's something you may need to work out, but nowhere in my question did I ask you if YOU were masking it.
eta: I honestly don't know where the personal animosity is coming from, dude. You start chiot with me, then when I come back at you, you have a problem. Normally, I'd take my grievance with you TO you without an audience. However, you seem to need one. So, I'll say the same thing to you, that I've said recently. If you have a problem with me or what I type (beause its evident you do), then block me. See? Simple solution.
"When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer." Plutach. Not true, for there are always more worlds to conquer.
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This particular time I chose the low road.....
"you could get personal"
This is where the BYTCH in you comes out something somebody prolly told you that I prolly could care less about OR something you got off my facebook page which isn't private at all.....
Bytches make threats....its in you
Say how you feel and be real about it
See the problem I have w/ you is you'll say one thing in front of an "audience" and do another behind the door or when the "audience" isn't in your favor then you seem to change. I don't know about NO ONE else but that's a bytch move.
NOW BACK TO THE HIGH ROAD...
***DISCLAIMER: i finally have to go there with a stupid mutha fukka on baf. for those who are offended by this, please forgive me.*********
Okay.
If its the low road, fair enough, Meatloaf.
First of all, its really easy for your punk ass to sitting in front a keyboard and talk a whole lot of **** There's a meet and greet in June. We don't even have to meet at the hotel. Bring yo' punk ass to bklyn then we can see how much of a bytch I am by beating yo' punk ass like you stole something. See, with a woman, its different because, thorough it all, I was taught to respect them. And don't need the "..3 man rule" or to call them "shawty" or any of that other backwoods bullshiot you subcribe to. You, on the other hand? Ain't nothing between us but distance.
Next thing, you have no idea what I may or may not do behind close doors or without an audience because I don't get down like that with you. You wanna impress me **** while standing up, pinky dick. Ain't had punnany since punnany had you and talking mad junk.
Again, you slovenly son of a *****boy, either kick my ass (wait, you ain't lifting one of them treetrunks, are you?) or shut da' **** up or block me. You may as well block me, cuz you AIN'T kickin' shyt this way. You may die of a heart attack trying to **** with this.
So, son, come June 26 or so, we can take it away from the hotel. There's a boxing gym right in the area. If you can kick my ass, I'll be all the bytch you want. If not, then shut your ant-sized dyck-havin' ass the **** up. And for the record, this IS NOT a threat, Baker***** IF you can find a a plane to haul yo' ass up here, or better yet, drive you funkiness up here I fully EXPECT to see you..this way, you can back up all yo' bullshiot. But, I'm not gonna see you up here, am I? Hmmmmmm? Probably not. Why? Cus you a bad boy with a computer screen. See, I don't **** with you, but obviously you have a problem you need to have solved. What's wrong, you ain't get enough ***** when breast feeding? Feed off of one of yours. Or maybe, just maybe you have a masochistic streak, eh? You **** with ppl until they've had enough then they come back at u. I tell you want, bovine *****boy, either see a therapist, a priest or a minister for someone to talk to..or do those of us *****ally don't give a flying fugg about you a favor and, you know, put that bullet between your eyes. See? another simple solution.
Now BACK TO THE HIGH ROAD.
****for those who were offended by this vulgar exchange, again, I wholeheartedly apologize, ladies*****
***DISCLAIMER: i finally have to go there with a stupid mutha fukka on baf. for those who are offended by this, please forgive me.*********
Okay.
If its the low road, fair enough, Meatloaf.
First of all, its really easy for your punk ass to sitting in front a keyboard and talk a whole lot of **** There's a meet and greet in June. We don't even have to meet at the hotel. Bring yo' punk ass to bklyn then we can see how much of a bytch I am by beating yo' punk ass like you stole something. See, with a woman, its different because, thorough it all, I was taught to respect them. And don't need the "..3 man rule" or to call them "shawty" or any of that other backwoods bullshiot you subcribe to. You, on the other hand? Ain't nothing between us but distance and space.
Next thing, you have no idea what I may or may not do behind close doors or without an audience because I don't get down like that with you. You wanna impress me **** while standing up, pinky dick. Ain't had punnany since punnany had you and talking mad junk.
Again, you slovenly son of a *****boy, either kick my ass (wait, you ain't lifting one of them treetrunks, are you?) or shut da' **** up or block me. You may as well block me, cuz you AIN'T kickin' shyt this way. You may die of a heart attack trying to **** with this.
So, son, come June 26 or so, we can take it away from the hotel. There's a boxing gym right in the area. If you can kick my ass, I'll be all the bytch you want. If not, then shut your ant-sized dyck-havin' ass the **** up. And for the record, this IS NOT a threat, Baker***** IF you can find a a plane to haul yo' ass up here, or better yet, drive you funkiness up here I fully EXPECT to see you..this way, you can back up all yo' bullshiot. But, I'm not gonna see you up here, am I? Hmmmmmm? Probably not. Why? Cus you a bad boy with a computer screen. See, I don't **** with you, but obviously you have a problem you need to have solved. What's wrong, you ain't get enough ***** when breast feeding? Feed off of one of yours. Or maybe, just maybe you have a masochistic streak, eh? You **** with ppl until they've had enough then they come back at u. I tell you want, bovine *****boy, either see a therapist, a priest or a minister for someone to talk to..or do those of us *****ally don't give a flying fugg about you a favor and, you know, put that bullet between your eyes. See? another simple solution.
Now BACK TO THE HIGH ROAD.
****for those who were offended by this vulgar exchange, again, I wholeheartedly apologize, ladies*****
I had to quote this, in case it disappeared.
***DISCLAIMER: i finally have to go there with a stupid mutha fukka on baf. for those who are offended by this, please forgive me.*********
Okay.
If its the low road, fair enough, Meatloaf.
First of all, its really easy for your punk ass to sitting in front a keyboard and talk a whole lot of **** There's a meet and greet in June. We don't even have to meet at the hotel. Bring yo' punk ass to bklyn then we can see how much of a bytch I am by beating yo' punk ass like you stole something. See, with a woman, its different because, thorough it all, I was taught to respect them. And don't need the "..3 man rule" or to call them "shawty" or any of that other backwoods bullshiot you subcribe to. You, on the other hand? Ain't nothing between us but distance.
Next thing, you have no idea what I may or may not do behind close doors or without an audience because I don't get down like that with you. You wanna impress me **** while standing up, pinky dick. Ain't had punnany since punnany had you and talking mad junk.
Again, you slovenly son of a *****boy, either kick my ass (wait, you ain't lifting one of them treetrunks, are you?) or shut da' **** up or block me. You may as well block me, cuz you AIN'T kickin' shyt this way. You may die of a heart attack trying to **** with this.
So, son, come June 26 or so, we can take it away from the hotel. There's a boxing gym right in the area. If you can kick my ass, I'll be all the bytch you want. If not, then shut your ant-sized dyck-havin' ass the **** up. And for the record, this IS NOT a threat, Baker***** IF you can find a a plane to haul yo' ass up here, or better yet, drive you funkiness up here I fully EXPECT to see you..this way, you can back up all yo' bullshiot. But, I'm not gonna see you up here, am I? Hmmmmmm? Probably not. Why? Cus you a bad boy with a computer screen. See, I don't **** with you, but obviously you have a problem you need to have solved. What's wrong, you ain't get enough ***** when breast feeding? Feed off of one of yours. Or maybe, just maybe you have a masochistic streak, eh? You **** with ppl until they've had enough then they come back at u. I tell you want, bovine *****boy, either see a therapist, a priest or a minister for someone to talk to..or do those of us *****ally don't give a flying fugg about you a favor and, you know, put that bullet between your eyes. See? another simple solution.
Now BACK TO THE HIGH ROAD.
****for those who were offended by this vulgar exchange, again, I wholeheartedly apologize, ladies*****
**Weight loss since June 08**
and look at you....
still apologizing....lil bytch....
Even when you trying to be "gangsta" you still apolgizing.....
YOu's a bytch and I make no apology for calling you one and best believe bruh if I TRULLY wanted to touch you...June 26th would be to far off....
50 y/o man making cyber threats....come on man...be for real
