ha ha back at ya, pal. i'm not pwned, whatever that means. internet speak?
Something like that, but how can you know you're not pwned if you don't know what it means? Therefore, you are pwned.
Get one clue. It's hyperlinked so even you can figure it out.
you have such a chip on your shoulder, not sure why, but oh well, i don't.
I just think people take things a leeeeeeetle too serious here...
all i was saying is that he
may have gone there, and there is no crime if he did, it's okay. why didn't you include my whole quote? it makes that part a bit more clear.
I don't see how quoting your entire post makes my point any clearer, which is that you
declare in no uncertain terms that Morrissey was at a certain steakhouse. And then your statement that he was there was proven to be wrong; even TMZ had to report that he was not at STK.
Okay, to make you happy here's your whole quote (with my emphasis added):
Let's face it - he was there, maybe even ate there.
it's not the end of the world.
That doesn't sound like he MAY have gone there. You said he WAS there.
Guess it's like your oopsies about the Cat & Fiddle's menu, the Aston Martin Merck supposedly bought from Moz...
BTW, why did you not answer me about those factual errors? Is it because suddenly, we've gotten a leeeeeeeeetle too serious in exposing your bs?
oh well. if it makes you feel good to think i'm "pwned", then, ok.
I was saying that we shouldn't pass judgement on Moz over where he may or may not go out to eat. Obsessive much?
You need to quit while you're ahead. But I guess that's a little late now. You started losing credibility when you boasted that you knew Morrissey would welcome carnivores at his table because they're his friends and that he would hang with carnivores.
Ummm, saying a Moz fan is obsessive is like saying the sun is rather hot. Don't think I take offence at that.
Whenever you'd like to prove you're not talking out of your arse, feel free to "show me the money", as you have been invited to do so in the frink thread.
If you're such the insider with all the info about Mozzer's personal life and habits, send me a PM correctly naming Morrissey's dog in L.A., its breed, its sex, where Morrissey obtained the dog, and how long he's had the dog. Here's a hint: don't crib anything from "The Importance of Being Morrissey".
But if you want me to go on thinking you're full of shite, keep on blustering away or back pedaling.
Peace.