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I tried to keep all this bologna off forum but clearly I failed at that, but I'm not to blame for that. I tried to strike a deal/understanding but the 'wizards' made zero concessions, flat out zero.
If they say we had a deal, like cannabineer did, he lied. All while preaching merits of honestly blah blah. I was pissed off in my communication so I was too accusatory and abrupt with delicate phat egos but my intention was good.. being diplomatic, including both of them and a mod in a convo, so as to be transparent. I won't include any other details about our pm but the wizards were defensive to say the least, they were worked up by being called out by lil ol me!!
Ok they-were-calm, but they were pissed, defensive and also offensive. Clearly a situation with a mini-mob of type-A ppl and imo, sadly, a few with smug ass superiority complexes. I can't stand that bullshit, no wonder we clash. I'm a street pig that knows how to tie a double Windsor. I don't blame them, or their egos, considering the way most of you suck their dicks lol. Truth!
Obviously I'm a man who dgaf who you
think you are. This is a pot forum, keep that shit in perspective esteemed homies and Pablo. The only person's credentials I care about are the owner of the site and anyone who has the power to ban me, other than that you're all the same in my eyes. If I'm going out of my way to be a dick to you, you goddamn bet there's a substantial reason; One which I'll explain as succinctly as possible, only later.
I'll break this shit down to a fkn tee.
Canabineer will then customarily accuse me of "deep massaging" the facts, but that's just his way of implementing his shut-the-fuck-up-son...I am in charge!? Hahah, a truer than true control freak beatch. I find their gambit amusing but just as soon not squabble on forum or be
passive aggressively trolled by mothersmugger leg humpers. Nao, if I reffered to anyone as what is perceived as an unsavory name, it was meant as a term of endearment. well at least that how we talk where I come from by way of Namibia. And I'm trying real hard to be a Sir.
Seriously if I didn't talk smack and cried like a girl over the dreams of those ripe ripe tomatoes made into an epic Caprese salad (heavy on the basil please) you would not like me! 
