Every angle I give is right, and you have a beavy of friends who obviously agree with me, Slappy. And just to be clear, you moron, I managed to graduate from (a)the best law school in this country (b) the third ranked academic school in this country (c) and ace one of the most taxing exams in this country. I understand your language quite fine. In fact, I understand it significantly better than you. I allow you to get your spell checking rocks off simply because you seem a bit fragile, and everyone knows that internet spell checkers are kinda gay anyway.
It's funny that I managed to get a rise out of you without even bothering to insult you. Just by pointing out a very simple reality both from the legal side and philosophical side. I just assumed that since your friends were demonstrating the same view point that you would wish to address them the same way. Your six ways to self-justification dance is all the evidence I need. And while, yes, I drug you around screaming "how high?! how high!?", it wasn't because of my cathardic need to do so or even the ease with which you submit to it. It was simply because of your own incompetence. After all, if you were either right or capable of turning your carefully spelled words into a lucid and congent rebuttle that was more than "nothing matters" and dictionary quotes that demonstrated my point for me then I would have gone "That seems plausible". Instead you ran around with your panties up your ass, and I enjoyed watching you do it. You should stick to furries and such, you seem to whine less.
