You made the mistake of calling me out, then you ran away.

C'mon boyo, let's "play."

I challenged you to put your money where your fly-encrusted mouth is: bet me, bitch ... bet me.

You won't, it's just more unsupportable bullshit from the loveless loser who fancies cats over people.

But in the unlikely event you have a set of balls and a shred of pride: bet me.