>>> There's no *if* about it, John... Â we did meet, and yes, you did talk
>>> yourself. =A0You were drunk, remember?
>>> recorder? You *KNOW* I was there, John... Stop lying about it...
>
> John, John, John... Â we didn't chat at a sandwich shop... Â I ate lunch at The
> Pub on the way home after we met:
>
>
http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f221/terracops/ThePubReceipt.jpg
>
> You see? Â That's my receipt. Â You see where it says Guests? Â It says the number
> of guests is one (1). Â You weren't there, John.
>
> You said you had to be in Orlando at 2 PM for a barbecue? Â Why were you eating
> lunch at a sandwich shop when you were supposed to be at a barbecue? Â Are you
> drunk again, Gilmer? Â You told me you went to Orlando for a drug deal... Â Truth
> is coming out, isn't it, Gilmer?
Well, if you are a "man" then you aren't much of a man if you drive
all the way to Orlando, drive by and take a photo of my car, and then
run off like an old woman. You didn't even have the balls to drive
around the block. I was sitting in front of the pub for about 25
minutes and the least that you could have done, if you weren't a
chicken shit, would have been to drive by and shoot me the finger or
something.
Unless you have something to hide. Like white hair and sagging
tits. Or being a young dweeb that couldn't pass for being 1/3rd the
age of a Viet Vet.
Your receipt is funny, because I have a receipt that shows that I was
having precisely what I said earlier, a sammich and two beers, at
another restaurant a mile or two away. The receipt shows a checkout
time of 2:22PM.
And the reason that I ate BEFORE going to my meeting was because I
hadn't had any breakfast and didn't expect dinner to be served until
later. I was hungry. This isn't rocket science - look for the simple
answer instead of making up crap, Karen.
Riddle me this. If we actually met, wouldn't we have gotten some beer
and food together? There were a couple of pizza places and other
small restaurants within sight (it's on my recording; I was commenting
on the people going in and out)?
Riddle me this. You drink Boddingtons and Bass, supposedly. I drink
Bass. It says so on my receipt. Does *ANYONE* really believe that
we'd be drinking Colt .45 out of a paper bag while sitting next to a
sidewalk?
PLEASE!
btw, "Jose" ... WHAT WAS I WEARING? A "Jose" would know, but an
Anderson wouldn't.
http://www.fototime.com/59976F1D74DF805/standard.jpg
You clowns just really aren't having a good day, are you?
G'bye Karen. And/or dweeb. I've got some practical things to take
care of, now that we've pretty well demonstrated that you clowns are
kooks, both on usenet as well as IRL.
At least you clowns are funny, even if it's not intentional.
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