You idiots look foolish. What's the difference to anyone if I put the rig up for sale today or after the repairs are finished around New Years--it'll still cost you the same...and feel just as bad. What I'm seeing is several cowards who are afraid I'm gonna run them over with my Harley, and are using their fear to not have to show me their ID's.

I still wonder if any of you casino dwellers who go nowhere and do nothing will ever leave your keyboards.

Max, as the main mouth here, just how much will it hurt when you finally have no choice but to eat crow. Maybe I'll force you to eat kew as a punishment instead.

Wise up.