see the thing about the internet, tony, is that you can't actually put your stubby fingers through the screen and choke anyone if they don't answer your questions. you can stump up and down a thread all day long, but if the other guy is too busy getting a sandwich and a pint, they aren't going to answer you. no matter how charming you are.
as for any of your complaints, numbered and otherwise, i'm late for the pub, and you can't choke me. but you and that other guy can fuck off, for sure! great! go right ahead and fuck off!
excellent. well done. i hope you are satisfied. i hope i never have to hear from you again. if i do, i will choke you. just kidding, see, it's a joke, because of what i wrote in the first paragraph.
it isn't easy juggling humor vs. a sincere desire not to re-traumatize another survivor.
peace out, tony, i always did like frosted flakes. not just *like*, but, actually, *respect*. why, you ask? because they are a simple and unassuming sugar breakfast cereal. they don't leave a whole lot of peanut butter aftertaste, funky crumbs and stuff. so, you know, 'spects to you. it's a decent product you're promoting.
