Hi Bob,

BV> Where the fuck does money come from ?
BL> Close... I think where the fuck is where *babies* come from :-)

Chuckle. Did you notice that he was unable to answer the question ?

RS> They dont actually, thats where you are having a massive brain
RS> fart. Your only consolation is that its the same brain fart
RS> that so many of those who cant get their brains around that
RS> stuff have too.
BL> You have upset Rod. He has exceeded his one brain-fart-per-sentence
BL> limit.

True. I wonder what has upset him the most. The fact that I might
just be right, or that he doesn't have any idea how money is made and
finds it's way into circulation.

RS> You just get shitty when the sillier stuff you spout gets
RS> pointed out. Typical wog reaction |-)
BL> Now he is trying to be offensive. I wonder about Rod's image of
BL> you... he has the same problem with me - this from another message:

He really doesn't have any idea about either of us, does he 

RS> what can anyone expect from a silly old fart in his dotage ?
BL> I think he imagines you as a mad fat Italian, and me as a poor old
BL> bugger in his 70s. I wonder if Rod is the full quid. This is how he
BL> started that message to me!

Well he's right on one of them :)

RS> Trouble is Bob is such a pathetic wanker it fools no one.
BL> ROFL!! This was the first line! I was so amazed that he would expect
BL> me to answer such a message that it was a few minutes before I could
BL> stop laughing. He wrote it to me in the third-person... writing for
BL> posterity as you say. It isn't written to me at all - it's Rod's way
BL> of getting the last word: playing to an imaginary audience; playing
BL> with himself.

:)

Regards, Brenton
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