VV, you are so silly. You have been attacking me for three years.<quoted text>
You can't come up with an argument against what I say, so you accuse me of attacking you.
Girl, you'll know when I'm attacking you.
I'm still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Haven't even had a cup of coffee.
I'm hardly in attack mode.
You'll know I've attacked you when you have to go into therapy to deal with the PTSD you'll encounter from a REAL attack by me.
To put it another way, I don't attack you. I hold back. I hold WAY back.
Stop frettin' Miss Thing. You don't got nothin' to worry about from this old queen.
All I've ever experienced is foul gas from a limp wristed gay twirl having a hissy fit.
Sorry, but no PTSD yet...