Okay ya’ll!! Do ya’ll EVER get tired of the debil [(devil–pronounced the same way)] messing with you? Yeah, he done broke me down to talking like a simple southern and unedubacated yokel. He never gets tired of playing stupid games. And, I do mean stupid. How you gon’ present stupidity on a different plate and try to convince me it’s something entirely new? I have the senses to know and understand that you’re not offering me anything different. Look man—your tactics are all played out. You KNOW you need to leave me alone. If I could I would: Use a metal, spiked cross and crack both of your kneecaps, scrape you up in a raggedy, refurbished wheelchair that’s just barely mobile, treat you to the buffet at KFC, roll you back outside, oil your wheelchair so that it moves with ease and simply push you out onto a 4-lane highway during rush hour. Oh, I’d even be kind to you; I’ll wait until I see a few older model Freightliner rigs coming and let them demolish you. The older model rigs are PURE metal monsters and they’ll put you out of your misery a little quicker. That’s more than what you do for me. The devil is a sucker and he had better leave me alone. I love—–I just love that’s it. I love you for reading this and laughing but I mean evra’ word I wrote.