<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Railbird:
I can tell you no tennis matches have been fixed, period.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
You are weary, stale, flat, unprofitable, grimy, squalid, nasty, profane, foul, and disgusting. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh, the moral equivalent of a leech. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void, sour and senile. You are a disease, a puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character, and have the personality of wallpaper. Even sheep won't have sex with you.