...how are you supposed to reply?

... With about six different explanations... as usual... since you can't seem to get your point across with the first five... ...and, of course, never with one which addresses any real issue put before you. But it doesn't matter... we already know how much you like to play dodge ball in those little red dancing shoes. LOL... grow up? ...in high heels like you? Feel free to continue your lame and ineffective attempts to hurt my feelings with your flatulent pussy lips... the sound they're making is pretty... you must have used a tuning fork to get them to vibrate at the same frequencies as martir's labia... LOL... it's not hurting my feelings any, and it's not going to get me to fall for your pink bag of tricks... ...you poor, little, irreparably damaged child, you. Now be quick... stop wasting your pussy breath on me... ...if you're lucky, you might be able to get a few newbies to worship and kiss your ass. They'll need a big giant flashlight, though, as they approach it's outer rim.