Hey Scott, I'll make more money on MIA +8 tonight than you will your entire week at your pathetic job! HA HA HA HA HA!
Hey Scott, Where is BFL???
Hey Scott, I'm the knockout king! Nobody can touch me! Wheeeeeeeeee!
Hey Scott, I won millions playing poker...but no, I won't prove it - EVER! - so stop pestering me!
Hey Scott, I paid more in taxes than you will in your entire life! Hurts doesn't it!
Hey Scott, is it time to classify you as mentally ill? (note: I'm posting this from the Rubber Room because I lost my ass in a ban bet in the poly forum)
Hey Scott, I have seasons tickets to the Phillies and Sixers. Check that...I OWN the Phillies and Sixers! Wheeeeeeee!
Hey Scott, I'm the king of the castle and you're the dirty rascal!
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Sorry, Dr Phil, but this clown was a disruption long before 'I' arrived on the scene.
I'm tired of Timmy the Retard's act, which goes on whether I'm here or not.
So you're his therapist now...why don't you tell him to come clean and apologize to everyone he's offended over the years and for wasting everyone's time with his self-aggrandizing bullshit?