"You do whine exceptionally well, however. I can hear your bloodcurdling nasal twang all the way to St. Louis."<quoted text>
You said, "You do whine exceptionally well, however. I can hear your bloodcurdling nasal twang all the way to St. Louis."
So NOW you are in effect saying that, if there were someone in St. Louis, and if I emitted a bloodcurdling nasal twang (never heard one of those, but hey!), that person in St. Louis would hear that "bloodcurdling nasal twang." (Even though you are now implying that you do not live in St. Louis but that if you were in St. Louis, you would hear that "bloodcurdling nasal twang.")
So -- where do I live, so that my "bloodcurdling nasal twang" travels all the way to St. Louis where it can be heard by someone there, including yourself if you were in fact in St. Louis, which you now seem to be denying? You must know, since you are always so precise.
That says absolutely nothing about me 'living in St. Louis'. That's an assumption of the colossal nature. I tried to point this out to you, in your Neanderthal haze with your Cro-magnon diatribes, yet reasoning skills left you long before your Adderall and lithium buzz.
What is the difference between 'living' and 'being'? Living requires working, and you have not worked since you you were approved for a disability claim for a terminal toenail fungus.'Being' requires little more than an existence and a birth certificate. That's how you qualify, technically, for human-being status, a free cellphone, an EBT card, and a subscription to Khrushchev Weekly.
Did your Obama Bobble-Head Doll come in the mail, and you're too busy wanking to pay close attention to details?
Now I could be more precise, yet you have yet to master basic conciseness—so when you get a headache, let me know. It's either your snorting habits, your latent-toddler epileptic seizures, or an overdose of baby-aspirin, child-Viagra and juvenile bubble-bath-salts.
Keep trying to solve the mystery. Truthfully, my 3 Y.O. niece could figure this out, and she thinks SpongeBob is witty, Dr. Seuss is profound, Mr. Potato-Head is cute, and strained carrots are tasty.
Yet, she could vote far better, and without tying a string around her finger, making armpit noises, or making crib-notes on the back of her bib.
Now wipe that nose and let the adults converse for a bit, little man! And sit up straight. Do you want to be a hunchback when you're in kindergarten?