Answer my goddamn post, you shit-bricking lamer piece of shit! We know you read it, I wanna hear some fucking answers! Come on, you stupid fuck. What are you waiting for?

Where's that other shit-bricker pal of yours, you know, the one who got you in this mess? You signed your post "us", WHO IS "US"? What's his name? Webfuck? Or something like that? You know who I mean, that dumb son of a bitch who can't make a complete sentence. He called in YOU for reinforcements, oh my God, that's like that Bible deal where they both fall in the ditch, you know? I think its "the blind leading the blind", or something similar, right? You got to admit, Jesus was really fucking funny sometimes. So was Frank Zappa.

You were dropping that name Zappa pretty heavily, I answered what you said, now come on, you started it, lets hear what you have to say about it now. Aren't you going to at least say I'm lying? You know goddamn well I don't lie. Its lots more fun telling the truth, it kicks ass so much better, don't you think?

If I were you, the NEXT TIME Webfuck says, hey come over to this message board and help me annihilate this wacky old toothless bastard with the piss stained jeans, perhaps you better tell him, "uh, I'm busy at the moment, I'm mixing (think real fast), uh, that asian kid who sings SHE BANGS, yeah, that's it!"

Or I know! Tell him, "I can't waste time on the Internet, I'm too busy helping Steve Cureton master some acoustic guitar demos recorded at Huntsville prison by his gay lover and cell mate, Mike Taylor!" Now mind you, neither Cureton, Corbett, nor Taylor actually played on these acoustic guitar demos, rather they got all the guitar pickers in Cell Block 17 to play for free...
Just like the good ol' days of the San Antonio Bank Fraud Society.