Now we're reading minds to keep up the lies and deceit. The one who has earned himself the title of "knob jockey" (and somehow by fiat of my own name-calling (That's how it works, isn't it?)) is a hoot!

(But that name-calling didn't feel good. Given your abusive ways, it should come as no surprise to me that you are fine with it, however.)

Keep it going, Leo. It should have been apparent to you long ago that I don't take you seriously at all, just as I suspect no-one else here does either. You are nothing more than an aggressive, nasty piece of work. You must be very unhappy in life.

I'd feel sorry for you if it weren't for the fact that you are such an aggressive, nasty piece of work.

The village idiot has really cornered himself. He cannot substantiate his lies, and tries to load me with a ridiculous, baseless name. If he was making up names for a living, he would starve, but his attempt gives us a glimpse of his turgid mentality. The pathetic village idiot. Feel sorry for yourself, you clown.
When my grandson stops laughing, I'll see if he thinks this post is right to go, so he can go back to his homework.

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knob jockey says: “I don't take you seriously at all, just as I suspect no-one else here does either. “
Is that right, knob jockey, or are you lying again?
What about the whining, lying ignoramus, the flea, the reason you are in this mess? You made a fool of yourself to show that you did not take it seriously?
Your name is now knob jockey, because I do not let nasty names go to waste, when there are people who deserve them. So Keating is Slimebucket, the name he coined, and Mungo McCallum is the unflushable turd. I am not familiar with your term, but it sounds rotten, and you have earned it, knob jockey.

You just can't let it go, can you Leo?

Even as someone who appears to think that if they get the last word in, then that means they've won the argument, you still have to come back when you don't get a bite.

Have I rubbed you the wrong way, or do you just like a bit of back and forth with someone who you think will play your childish name-calling games?

I like that you like my “knob jockey” insult. The fact that you’re old and don’t know what it means makes it particularly funny. I bet that’s why your grandson was laughing last night. His poor ol’ grandpa had been called such a vulgar and funny-sounding name, completely unaware of what it implied. Just like an old lady carrying around a sex toy asking everyone if anyone had lost their vibrating massage roller. You oldies are so sweet and innocent sometimes. I had hoped your grandson enjoyed that one.

I won’t say outright what a knob jockey is (you can Google the precise definition yourself), but let’s just say that “knob” is another term for the head of a penis.

Oh boy. I’m just about wetting myself here! This is gold.

I do not give a stuff what it means. I have read enough in your post, to realize what a low character you are, quite apart from your gratuitous lying.You have come up with such a disgusting name, that I will not use it.
You have ignored my request to identify any lie I have told, and you are uncivil enough and gutless enough to simply ignore the question, like your whining little ignoramus mate, the flea.
I will address you as “grub” hereafter, you untruthful, evasive, pusillanimous little shonk