<<Nice try Mike. I don't need cops. >>
LMFAO. You don't, eh? That's hilarious, Rich. A little late to pose as a man now, I'm afraid. Way too late.
<<All you have to do is be a man, if that's possible.>>
Rich's definition of "being a man" - - show up with a dozen cops beside you.
<<Bring your wife. I'll show her what a real man is too.>>
What's a "real man" in your definition, dip-shit? Someone with more than one police hot-line button on his phone? Someone who calls the cops before he can get in his car and back out the driveway? Yeah you're a real . . . well, a real something, alright, but I don't think "man" would be the first thing to come to anyone's mind.
<< I'm sure she's tired of your limp little comrade.>>
48 years of marriage and three kids from the limp little comrade and we're still together, Rich. What do YOU have to show for your limp little dick? At least you can dial the cops when you need help. Bet your wife (it's Marvin, isn't it?) can appreciate their sturdy American flagstaffs. Does your wife know you're a snitch?
<<Or maybe she's already getting some on the side. >>
If she was, it wouldn't be from your shrivelled, infected dick.
<<Maybe one of your kids.>>
Maybe one of my kids WHAT, Rich? My daughters could probably kick your ass if they didn't mind polluting their shoes.