Thanks Carol for defending yourself, but you didn't need to do that.
You just needed to wait another four months before I heard the last sob story I'm ever going to hear from a human MALE and I'll take it from here.
Not "if you'll allow" because I understand why you would be reluctant to give me your permission--after all, I *AM* a male and as such the idea of you trusting me after the riotous number and diversity of decisions (both bad and worse) that MEN have been responsible for versus WOMEN ...
Hmmm...is that first number "ALL" or "ALMOST ALL" and is that second number "NONE" or "ALMOST NONE"...?
Yeah, don't matter.
I'll take this one.
Let's see...it says here your name is Paul Hossfield, is that correct?
Let's first just get right out in the open that sounds like a 'clever' pseudonym rather than an honest-to-goodness human name. And "clever" people such as you have been known to name themselves what they wish. Heck, Captain Clever Elon Musk kind of calls himself Iron Man and you should see what he named his last kid.
I'll let you wonder about that one, since you're clearly in the dark about the way things work on this planet (at least more than I am, oh pious choir boy, patron saint of the male children who have "not one single patron saint" [or other rigged game] to "help them win on occasion" and because, you know,
"some men are just pathetic, too. Like you know? We are! We just want ONE clean and "fair" shot at the basket, that's all."
I mean I heard a Saint named Paul say that like the biggest guy from Bonanza while he was standing like a lone gunman in the centre of a field claiming he was "washing the family dishes" or some such horseshit.
And since NOW (only too late, yet again) the male who
OPENED HIS BIG FUCKING MOUTH WITHOUT HAVING A HALFWAY SENSIBLE THING TO SAY GETS TO EAT THE FIST OF THE GUY WHO HATES BULLIES MORE THAN ANYONE IN THIS PARTICULAR UNIVERSE EVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT HATING BULLIES.
Matter of fact, he's actually the same guy who will "put on the clothes" of an ACTUAL bully just to prove that he's not while almost being seen simultaneously to appear ...well I don't know...almost "threatening" to a REAL bully.
Like Captain Paul of the Wondernaughts.
Yeah, you're not going to be wondering whether you're naught the sorriest sack of shit who ever lived for penning a casual [which is to say lazy, sort of a sloth-like additional offence--spelled in the British fashion because this ain't going to be a 'gun violence' type of rodeo it's going to be an Ian Fleming-style where the fuck did that come from and why is that 'big guy' lying facedown in a field in the middle of a crop circle with the pancaked remains of an M-60 sitting next to him like MegaGodzilla just stepped on it?)
Nope. Wasn't MegaGodzilla. It was King Kong with a pen.
Who happens not to like sarcasm [except, obviously, on Sundays] and who will give old loser Paul Hossfield one and only one chance to get back up before the real punishment begins.
Were you kidding in what you said to Carol "Annie Oakley" Lennox, because I think she and I might be related and since that is true and Wild Wild West rules are currently in effect
Your next move might well determine conclusively whether you face the Athenian council, drink something bitter tasting, or walk the streets outside conventional society alone [regardless of whether you actually ARE/were previously married].
What do you say, Play Doh. Ready to play on the opposite team as me, or would you prefer to be my selection for last alternate who ever gets to see a grassy field again--i.e. at least until all women everywhere get their chance to say something.
Provided, of course, that we're excepting the case of looking up at the grassy field from some place warm and far beneath the roots.
Check please.
