Why are there no Irish American boxers today?

Reported.

Private message me your details so we can arrange a time and a date to pick you up.

 

You're from that stinking shithole Philly? atsch

No wonder you don't believe I own a private jet. :rofl

You probably think it would be far-fetched if I told you I owned a toy one, you welfare check dependent peasant. lol

 

You won't even dip your fingers in your pocket to shell out the pittance it costs (literally a couple of quid or so) to become a member of The Times online yet we're expected to believe you're going to show if I send one of my aids over to that festering crime-ridden cesspool to pick you up in my private jet? atsch

We both know you're all talk as does everyone else following this discussion. It's obvious you're only tough online, in the real world you're as meek as a mouse and I can guarantee that's exactly how you would be if you were in the presence of me and my beagles.

Just PM your details and we can see who's bluffing. :deal

 

Do you think I care if some keyboard tough peasant from a cesspool like Philly of all places believes me or not? :rofl

The thing is I'm affording you the once in a life time opportunity to get away from that cesspool and Mr. Have Gloves Won't Travel you is still deathly afraid to step out of your comfort zone and prove you're not all talk. atsch

And I never said I was going to come over to pick you up you absolute imbecile. I said I'd send one of my aides to do it.

Why on Earth would I want to spend any of my time in a crime-infested hell hole like that? Even your half decent cities in Murica are a total dump.

I'm much happier whiling away my time going for long hikes with my beagles in the glorious verdant splendor of the Peak District than I would be being surrounded by a bunch of loud-mouthed gun-toting Yanks.

And I called you insolent, not indolent you blithering idiot.

Do you ever get anything right?

You didn't even know that a Count is not a royal title. atsch

 

I could jet over to Philly in a jiffy, if I had a longing to wade through mountains of human feces and drug paraphernalia and a yearning to be held up at knife or gunpoint by illiterate welfare check collecting hoodlums. Problem is that for some inexplicable reason one doesn't.

To see how the other half live? To see what real history looks like in the flesh? To experience the joy of having sexual intercourse with a women who doesn't weigh more than a beached whale?

Like I said, I could head over there anytime I wanted. I can afford to to do things that you will only realize in your wildest dreams and darkest drug binges. However, aside from the fact that one has zero interest in travelling over to a backwards shithole so you and your goons can jump me and my aide in a darkened alley, I also made it explicitly clear that I wanted to punish you in front of my hounds for the threats you made against them.

And :rofl at you trying get me to come over to NYC now. NYC is almost as big of a shithole as Philly is only its inhabitants are the most overbearing and opinionated and obnoxious people in the entire world. Nobody likes New Yorkers other than themselves. It's full of rats, roaches, hipsters and homeless filths. It's squalor and grime central over there. I wouldn't take a dump in that godforsaken hell hole if I was touching cloth.

I'm not going to be there. You're heading over to Blighty for your biffing. You Septics always want it your way but it's not going down like that this time. The flock does not bark commands and the shepherd. That's not how it works I'm afraid. I'm offering to foot the cost of all your travel fees, expenses and medical bills and yet still that's not enough for you? atsch

Just PM me your details and let's put an end to this for once and all. How difficult is that to do? You're going to make me look jolly stupid if you do so. What exactly is it you're so afeared of here, Bubba? Pretend to be Canadian if you're worried about the locals spitting on your back at and calling you nasty names.

He says as he scurries off with his tail between his legs. atsch

 

Many thanks old bean.