Calm down Ruth! Behave!

Wao! You come across like a real little ass kicker! Only one problem though - I ain't convinced.

Have you got any suggestions as to how we can "box it out" other than via keyboards? Aren't you labelling yourself a hypocrite by accusing me of being an internet gangster? You were the RETARD that gave me the "Are you Bruce's dealer" bullshit, so you deserve all you get.

The game you're playing is quite clever. You try to convince yourself that I'm female, fat, stupid and can't fight a lick but we know why that is don't we? You're actually playing out your own inadequacies and reversing them on someone else.

Deep down Ruth I think you know what would happen if we were to meet up in the flesh. That I would burst your entire centre line with ease. Incidentally, that's your nose, solar plexus and balls (if you have any).

What age are you? Are you actually old enough for me to slap around? You see IQ predictions and making up silly stories about eating macaroni are the hallmarks of a spotty little teenager who just needs to empty his sack for the first time.

Or if you're an ugly little f*ck, as I suspect, maybe you can't get laid? Only one option for you then. You need to start chuggin cock and bitin pillow, which means being brave and coming out. Telling Ma and Pa that you prefer it with boys and like getting your little dick all dirty.

I make a mockery of you, on here and in real life, junior. You wouldn't last 60 seconds before your little melon head was in a f*ckin vice!

Sweet dreams, sunshine!