That's real easy to say from behind a computer monitor in Mom's basement.
What I meant was, you're mean and nasty. An asshole. You twisted my words to make them sound a lot worse than they were...then like a true coward, can't even produce any kind of proof I said it in that way.
Like that would have made a difference. I really don't care if people here know...but it's how you said it that makes you a low-class loser.
I'm not ashamed in the least, but it didn't happen the way you say and you know it.
Nope.
I was at work...just like I am every day, stupid.
Oh, like we're the only ones.
Nope, he's a stand up guy that wouldn't lick my toes because he has a girlfriend that he cares for deeply. Leave him out of this.