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Alright Starbuck I have to say your coming off abrasive as hell... I'm not normally the type to engage in the whole keyboard commando thing but since your insulting everyone on here who tries to talk to you, I feel compelled to interject.
Your whole story that I believe was intended to impress us, we can start there. Now heres what I get when I add up all of those impressive accolaides = Whitetrash
I'm sorry dude but a big pimpin trucker IMO is a very low status male.
Your middle aged and your trying to prove you have balls, over the internet no less, to a demographic I would be primarily consists of late-teen to early-20 year olds.
You want some facts?
I'm about half your age
You can find many of my X's though if you go look in the pages of fashion magazines... Your's would be at Truckstops and Titty Bars right?
I run a multi-million dollar Real Estate Consulting and Investment firm, which I founded and built from the ground up.
At the Age of 19 I was featured in Realtor magazine as one of the 30 most sucessfull Realtors under 30
I'm a Mensan
I have all of my teeth
I graduated college at 18
And I don't feel the need to constantly claim I'm "high status" ... because I actually am. It was once said that the diffrence between being cocky and confident, is simply that a cocky man needs to prove he's great... a confident man already knows he is.
So now I'm going to ask you... as your Social, Financial, Intellectual and Genetic superior... play nice or might be compelled to get a little rude.
Thank you

Interesting Doc..
I'm impressed. You're obviously a legend in your own mind.
You were a realtor? Yeah I used to know a couple of realtors. Fortunately I don't know 'em anymore. Had to sell my own fuckin' house.
Did I ever tell you about that time while I was designing and building my log home, my wife and I put our house in the city on the market? And our cute little realtor that worked for the big agency? Man she was a little ball of fun.

Too bad she couldn't sell her way out of a paper bag either. Though she sure could liven up a mini skirt, and skimpy shirt when it was 20 degrees in February and she'd stop by to drop off a little paperwork. Remind me and I'll tell you about it sometime.
When I was 18 years old, we used to eat guys like you for breakfast down at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.
You being a Mensa, you should know where that is.
I got all my teeth, even my wisdom teeth. Imagine that.
White trash huh? That about tells me all I need to know.
Talk the talk, walk the walk.
