When you are a blogger you put yourself out there. Often, after a sound insult it is only right to challenge the one who made the insult with 'pistols at dawn'. This is the way MEN settle there difference. We don't say that someone who dresses like Prince and has a creame cheese body odor is hardly a man.
But it seems that Reputation@Stake, while deciding not to show up for our duel, deciding to go right for my soft, gentle heart. I can only read this faux letter with my eyes filling with the tears.
His bitch ass face has no idea of Selena and my relationship so who is he to speak. You got me good my foe and you also hurt a sweet girl who had to remind me that none of your spiteful bile was true.
You can hurt me but not my best girl so she is providing me with proper transportation to come to deliver bed bugs to your underwear. I didn't want to creep her out anymore by telling her that youw will forever need to go commando, ya freak.
I will not forget your insult(and the shear effort which under any other situtation I would totally respect - love the cool 'Tiger Beat' form you took) and will save your punishment for when you find a happy moment in your life that I can crush to dust. I guess this time I will have to do my 'wetwork' on dry land that smells like Tennesse swamp gas. Enjoy the time you have left buddy. Here is what started it all.
A few days ago Cal, over at Cal’s Canadian Cave of Coolness, challenged me to a duel. I think I insulted his honor, or blog, or something (I was distracted by a piece of lint on my shoe), and he suggested pistols at dawn. Unable to turn down a duel, bet, or contest of any kind, I have decided to accept his challenge. Lacking an actual pistol, I am using this post to fire the first shot. (And I apologize to everyone else for any inside jokes this post contains.)
This letter, coincidentally, appeared in my mailbox immediately after I was challenged to a duel