Imagine being this fucking butthurt about losing an argument on the Internet seven months ago.
Unfortunately it's somewhat one-sided, since Washypoos is still ignoring me. I think.
He's properly fucking lost it, hasn't he? Dribbling onto his keyboard, whacking out any old meaningless bollocks, driven to the point of madness and beyond by a cackling demon living in his head that he chooses to call "Mr Tea."