Michael
My prediction, you will dance away from a road race with me until the end of your time.

I've already offered you a real road race, Michael.

Alan Baker
HOOT!!!! BWAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHHAAAAAAAAAA.

Yes "real" in a "staged" sort of way. You are a frightened rabbit. When it comes to a "real" bet you dance away - very fast. HOOT!!! BWAHAAAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Nope. I'm just not driving across the country for you to be a no-show...

Michael
HOOT!!!! And another not to creative excuse from Zero.

Alan Baker
...again.

Michael
And now you are forced to resort to lies, again, Zero.

And that is why you are the President of the "Three Zeros Club".

Two quick question: Have you given up your "business" of "setting up" iPads in the middle of the night since your early inheritance windfall. Did you "help" your mom down a flight of stairs?

My mother is alive and well... ...and has never had to give me a dime.

Alan Baker
Yes - the operative phrase here is "never had to". Of course not, you begged and ran a guilt trip like the little creep you are, and mommy "felt bad". Zero.

Nope. Never has either.

Michael
I do stand corrected. "Happy". Happy to help out her retarded child.

Again, did you give up your HOOT! business of setting up iPads in the middle of the night now that you have a few bucks to squander.

My prediction: In ten years you will be living in a cardboard box instead of that run down, 450 sq. ft. pos, shoebox you live in now. The one Daddy bought for you, Zero

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