@glitterbag,
glitterbag wrote:
Yeah, Maybe I was a Donut Dolly in Da Nang Province. And by the way, how is the Rent-a-Cop job going for you? Do you get the best golf cart to patrol the Texas Malls? Just shoot me a note and I'll pretend to contact the Secretary of Transportation on your behalf. Now just go poo poo in your ostrich skin boots.
Yeah, maybe, but I seriously doubt it. You really shouldn't be implicitly claiming valor and expertise. In your posts on A2K you have "hinted" that you were a CIA operative, a Defense Dept bigwig and now a Red Cross volunteer in a war zone.
As usual, you sneer at a perfectly honest job: Mall Cop, because, I suppose, they couldn't possibly ever come face to face with the perils Superagent G-Bag has experienced.
I'm not a "cop" of any sort, by the way, and have never claimed, unlike you, to be something I'm not, but I would have no problem declaring I was. No job is beneath anyone...especially you.
You also seem to have a thing with feces. It's juvenile at best. If you are going to engage in a war of insults you really, really need to up your game.