With all the dancing and skipping around he's doing on the bet, I've
received more than a few e-mails asking me why I'm bothering with
this doddler. Well, it's simple: It's worth virtually ANY price to
relive the glory days of when it was fashionable knocking a nerd
down, watching him get up time and again while never really knowing
enough to stay down when brutally defeated--and then get back up
again for me to have the incredible satisfaction of slapping him down
one more time almost in a tortuous situation for the fool. It is
simply too much enjoyment teaching such idiots the ways of the world.
So will little dicky really play? With his obvious "call for help"
demand for up front money (haha) and wavering on just about every
parameter along with practically BEGGING me to do something to him
that will give him a reason to say "it's over" one would think he
won't ever play me. But I'll give him one more opportunity to look
real on this and not as if he just rode in from fantasyland....the
land of the geeks. I have our reservations, I have a rented car
(shuttle bus...ME?--HAHAHA!) I'll have my legal paperwork for him to
sign, I'm ready to sign his, I'll bring the $40k cash, and I'll be
ready to play. SO I ONCE AGAIN ASK THE BOZO---ARE WE ON OR NOT? IT'S
EITHER A YES OR A NO. Any bumbling around by panting "Rob will find
some way to back out so I can't decide" is a simple NO. If the
answer's YES then just find a way to type that and only that, in.
YES....or NO? End of story. See if you can answer a question
straight without all the sidetracking and backpeddaling you're so
famous for. YES....or NO.