Wouldn't it be cool if the Jesus soundtrack played in the background while these testosterone tweaked twits continue to face off?

Here's some new material guys:

I know I am but what are you?

Who's gonna make me?

I am rubber you are glue...

Sticks and stones...

After school! By the church. 3'oclock!

There's always personal hygiene and mama to get really  get things going...

Judging by the reduncancy and simple phrases from hitmans last  post, I'm starting to think that Hitman is nothing but a child or Hitman may be more than one person because the style of writing changed.  It's either that, or the madder he gets the stupider he becomes.  Either way it's pretty funny.  Keep it coming son!

Hitman, you're starting to cross over the line from embarrassing to pathetic.  #1 I'm not talking, I'm WRITING!  # 2 If by nerd you mean a person who is able to articulate beyond a 9th grade mentality then yes I'm a nerd.  (really you're calling me a nerd and a girl.  Who are you Ogre from Revenge of the Nerds?) .....sorry had to take a call....#3 My teammates loved me!  As a matter of fact on ex-teammate that I haven't talked to in 10 years just emailed me!  #4 you're just as guilty as I am sitting behind a computer "talking trash." # 4 You're kids must be proud of a "Real Man" who lets a bonehead on the Internet get under their fathers skin.  #5 If being a "Real Man" is a moron who goes on a small town news blog to pick fights with total strangers then I don't ever want to be a real man.  #6 Hitman, remember this.  You brought this on yourself.  You thought you can bully your way with your self -righteous b.s. criticizing other bloggers.  And once someone stepped up and challenged your idiocy, you resort to wanting to fight.  I've gotten you to show you're true simpleton colors, I got you to post an embarrassing picture of yourself, and you keep responding to me!  I CONTROL YOU! So here's some advice, pick up your ball, take that needle out of your leg, and get out of here!  Because when it comes to fighting with me in CYBER WORLD.....you're going to just embarrass yourself and LOSE!

Are those Love handles I see on Hitman's picture or is he the guy on the cell phone with the big glob of fat on his neck.

Oh wow you guys are great I feel like a movie star!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ha!!!

Oh quit being a baby, you make me laugh you talk like you are oh so smart, that you are big  man with you wits. You are a nerd who hides behind a computer. You still keep up the trash talk while sitting behind a computer, you are not a man you are a coward, because you sit behind a computer afraid to back up anything you say. You were the football player that all the other players hated, the one who walked and talked like he was smarter than everyone, all that meant was that you were and are an insecure little person. Guys like you can sit back, back behind a computer like a child calling names being all big and bad, because you are hiding. Where I come from real men handle there problems real ways, you want to talk crap, do it in person. You are acting like a little girl, talking all your crap behind people back. Why don't you grow up, I know how to handle my problems, why don't you step up like a real man.

Smokey I am playing nice.  Hitman on the other hand is the goofball taking off his shirt!  (in a virtual sense)  Remember in Jr. High when kids would take their shirts off to show how tough they were?  You knew when that happened, IT WAS ON!

Luv my Katz, It took me a few minutes to understand what you wrote.  But since I figured it out.  I'm happy I can provide a laugh for you on this snowy day.

And to get back to the topic at hand.... the reason why I don't use violence to solve my issues is because, "I LOVE JESUS!" 

It's a snow day.........chill out and play nice!

I didn't take the time to even listen to this song but I agree with madkow in that this is an inappropriate forum to advertise. Also, you are subjecting yourself to criticism by posting something like, or posting anything at all I suppose. A few of the comments here do seem pretty harsh and perhaps people need to adopt the policy that if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.

ROTFLMAO........Vadar and Hitman

Gube, thank you for asking....the last time I maxed out on the bench press was my first year in college.  I think it was 260.  The last time I benched, I did 190 lbs 10 times.

Thank you hitman, I take pride in my ability in talking crap on the Internet.  I seem to do it better than you and that's why you have to result in wanting to meet me so you can showcase your physical dominance.  Hitman, I'm not afraid to sit down and discuss anything with anybody.  What I got beyond (oh maybe when I was 12!) was the idea of using violence to solve anything. Seriously Hitman.  Do you still feel the need to fight people to prove something?  At your age? With a wife and 5 Kids?  If you do fella, I feel sorry for you, your wife, and your children for passing along that idiotic violent streak in you.  Guys like me can sit back and laugh at fools like you who obviously haven't progressed mentally.  You're still a child who finds a need to use physical strength to prove something.  I'm comfortable with who I am.  I can rely on my wit to write clever messages on the Internet.  Fools use threats.  Every time you say I'm "a Bitch" I laugh.  Because that's all you got.  You're demonstrating one trait, you're angry and I have you right where I want you.  You'll never know who I am, you'll never meet me.  And in this cyber world you'll just be that angry, frustrated fool who can't keep up with me in a battle of wits.  (By the way I was never tossed in a trash can as a kid, and I was quite the football player myself.)  I'm guessing hitman, if you ever had the opportunity of meeting me, you'd want to shake my hand because as a player big lugs like you listened to smart players like me.  I was a leader, a captain and a mentor who taught his teammates to use their heads, be smart, and don't let your emotions control you.

I felt left out so i uploaded my pic to

Vader how much can you bench?