[Lincoln]

I don't hold a grudge, I just don't like you. Or him. Or your cutesty little posts to/about each other. Or your crying about how you're going to leave b/c someone posts something you don't like. And yet, you don't leave. You didn't leave at all.<br><br>
And I like him even less now that I know he thinks calling someone gay is an insult.<br><br>
But that's just me...<br><br>
And I am a member of the Poo-Flinger Extraordinarie Clique.

 

[Lincoln]

1. I am in no way, shape or form jealous of you. Get over yourself.<br>
2. You're not hard to handle at all. Get over yourself.<br>
3. I made one post. That's not trying to drive you out, martyr. Get over yourself.<br>
4. You factor exactly zero into how I feel about myself. So get over yourself.

 

[Lincoln]

Well, that would be rude and Lord knows, I don't want that.

 

[Lincoln]

Now, <i>you</i>...are talkin' my language!<br><br><br><br><br>
But I suddenly feel slutty....<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
And it feels soooooooooooo goooooood.

 

[Lincoln]

Well, bless your little heart, I think you just gave me a License to Kill....

 

[Lincoln]

Well, y'all are the exception. But don't start making with the kissy face-ing in the PRT.

 

[Lincoln]

And bless your little heart, but this does make you sound a little slutty.