geenoo Banned

With 42, I didn’t escalate things; you were actually lucky because I happened to be passing through Milan and I had this friend of my best friend who didn’t have a partner, so I thought of introducing you to her after a phone call that took place during that time, amidst one comment and another (given your moment of nervousness evidently due to the forced absence of female presence). But it is what it is. And I never assured you of a sexual relationship with her: it was just about friendship and a beer, time would take its course. As for my comments not related to the review, I’d like to point out (but you know this very well and always act with malice) that I wrote them only in response to your N.ri 13, 19, 28, 30, 33, 36, 38, 40, 43 and 47. "culo sfondato" is not a vulgar expression but rather a simple way to make you understand that you had been lucky; in short, it shouldn’t be read literally (or at least, that’s not how I meant it............................). As for the film, I repeat until I’m exhausted that I will gladly talk about it when you’re also interested in discussing it in a calm and constructive manner; for now, I feel compelled to defend myself against a series of unheard-of attacks on my person as a user. It’s obvious that if we keep going like this, a complaint to the Debaser Staff will increasingly materialize.

Greta is a dear friend of mine, I’m sorry but I won’t let you meet her, you’re too vulgar for her. I’m always happy to talk about the movie. It’s you who lately hasn’t been staying on topic and speaks like a dockworker who’s had a ball removed without anesthesia.

Anyway Bartle, you’ve got a messed-up ass: I’ve solved all your problems, Greta is free tonight, we’ll pick you up at 10. Get yourself looking good.

You, who have understood it and are so smart: tell me why!

I don't know why, but hair is growing under the soles of my feet.

Bad day, Bartleboom.

Bartleboom, if you pay close attention, I was the first between the two of us to comment on this review; you came after just to make a fuss and provoke (as a troll usually does). It’s clear that I can’t just sit back and read your ramblings, especially and primarily for the sake of the site, which shouldn’t see its reputation destroyed by your vanity.
Rage is not a war (and anyway, I didn’t start it, he did!) it’s just a clarification of viewpoints. The real fact is that Bartle is stuck in a stuffy office playing the gofer for the bosses while I am enjoying the shade of a veranda overlooking a white beach and an emerald green sea.

Anyway, enough with these reviewers who sign up to Debaser under false pretenses to shamelessly promote their albums or tours.

So Bartle, you want to tell us that you're an alcoholic, an outcast, who rarely shags and above all has a big belly?