P.S. My tag's just my name, not after Westley in the Princess Bride, but an A for effort in trying to insult me. *Braces for CowB's awesome retort that will leave me in a bottomless pit of shame*
So your parents, using genetic testing technology devised and tested in the 80s but kept secret to this day, knew how gay you were going to be while you were still in utero and thus took the liberty themselves to name you after "the princess bride," d@mning you as well to a really gay smash handle. Amazing.
(I know your name, T. wesley ruttle, you silly shi+. That's why it's funny... But you hadda go and ruin it. Now Im all sad and listless and drunk. Anyway, what the **** does that 'T' stand for if you'd rather be associated with cary elwes? Riddle me that, Toddy)
Honestly though, in the midst of all that hatred, I was expecting to get cooked far worse. I'm going to just assume that this foreshadows a far greater bashing of me in the future. If I'm right, then cool, ought to make for some good drama. If I'm wrong, then just go **** yourself.
Cowboy for #1.
You were spared because you weren't on the list. Were you to be put on the list, I wouldn't even bothering ridiculing you.
Not a bit. In fact, you would hear nothing of me for a short while. Perhaps you may wonder 'what happened to cowb?" from time to time, but mostly you would go about your daily life, proud of your new state ranking.
Then late on a cold night you would wake up to go to the bathroom. This is not unusual for you. To the bathroom you would go, and once your business is done, you happen a glance at your bathroom mirror. It's me reflected back at you, standing where you should be. But the information doesn't have time to process. Your balls suddenly become very itchy, itchier than you can remember them ever being before. And you just barely have time to think to yourself "who IS that handsome motherf-" before I jump out of the mirror and fall upon you in a fury, attacking with my teeth.
I do not stop gnashing and gnawing until the evil that is Alaon is purged, and the PA state rankings are once again a place of rhyme and reason.
I love this state -- my home state -- and I WILL NOT see it turn into florida or new jersey. And with you on the state rankings, it would only be a matter of time before inui is sleeping on my couch and drinking my last woodchuck.