Years ago, I really got under
@gunslingerdick's skin, so much so that he wrote something to the effect of, "I'll fill my car with gas and drive down to Charlotte and find you."
Just as I was telling him which bar he could find me at (Connolly's, 115 E 5th St, Charlotte NC), heelbent chimed in and told us both to shut the hell up. I'm pretty sure guns initially thought he had me trembling with fear, and he never expected me to welcome his challenge and I knew he wasn't driving to Charlotte once I did. In this recent case, I would prefer to sit quietly by and see if prlyles gets the opportunity to blow a hole in his chest.
The moral of the story is poopslinger slings a lot of poop. He's full of it, and with his bad shoulders and his bad knees, and the fact that he is obesely overweight and out of shape, he's in no condition to fight anyone and he knows it. He's all talk, so let him talk. It makes him feel important.
