And I thought Rodney Dangerfield had died. But he was funny.<quoted text>
You struck home with your posts, much like you strike home with your 1 inch penis and 2 inch extension-condom when boinking your friend Bubba at the University of Blatant Lunacy.
Like I already stated, you're a simpleton. Anything more would be redundant, and require graphs and charts in Crayola, and full body casting in Play-Doh for you to understand within in the confines of the reasonable.
If you should need anything further for your studies, maybe you could get an education that is not paid for with an EBT card and fifteen books of Green Stamps, you intellectually malnourished twit.
If you're going to play with big boys, here's a clue—buy an instrument. And that tiny thing between your legs doesn't count.
Smile. You're an amateur.
Smile. You're a simpleton. And that tiny thing within your cranium doesn't count, either. Up to 10, maybe, with a little help from your fingers.