I have reviewed this thread. I cannot find where I wrote "I don't believe you" in this thread, other than when I asked help to find it.

You made the claim, Frankie.

So, where did I write that in this thread?

Oh I forgot. With you it has to be exact words so you can understand. Otherwise it might tax your brain. :rolleyes:

Jesus christ you guys...

Okay, that was expected. What "own sentence" were you referring to when you wrote this, Frankie?

"You aren't smart enough to catch my using your own sentence (in this very thread) back on yourself. THAT... is a shock!"

I have offered Frankie multiple times in this thread a way to gracefully bow out and have a laugh. He has chosen not to do so.

**** him.

This is going to require a 690 qoute post. It could take a few minutes.

I was trying to find out what that meant (I didn't remember even though I know it was mentioned on The Planet) and I found a delightful website that explained the whole process. Here's a snippet (emphasis part of original article):

But tonight, a sweet coworker named Saba invited me to her home to share in a tradition she holds on to from her own days in Iran. I had no idea what to expect, but I'm so glad to have experienced the warmth of the fire and of Saba's hospitality.

For me, tonight was a whole new way of doing Persian. In my head, the associations with Persian events are words like overdone, super-fancy, formal, and stuffy. But, tonight, the setting was Saba's cozy-artsy apartment in Franklin Hills, and the event was much more personal.

Not that the spread was not impressive: Saba's home is peppered with accents from the old country, all with a unique touch. Her gorgeous old silver tea set was a find at an antique shop in Tehran, and the beautiful but quirky miniature painting of a dainty Persian dancer in traditional baggy pants standing on her head? Saba painted it herself, natch

And, oh the company! As we sat on Saba's deck watching the fire burn, she and her friend Asal (Persian for honey) -- a San-Francisco-based artist in town preparing for an opening in Tehran -- fed my endless hunger for stories of current life in that city: this world of thrift store shopping, daily protests in the streets, conversations with cabbies, tea made from leaves freshly picked, pimps decked out in their finest standing on street corners in the middle of the night, and a youth population perfectly well versed in sex, drugs, and rock and roll -- all the delicious details CNN does not cover. I got to speak Persian (nothing new, but lately it's been especially fun), and these lovely women even complimented me! All the while, Asal's husband Bijan kept the vibe going as our DJ for the night.

http://tannazie.blogspot.com/2011/03...over-fire.html

Bigot.

"Luke: Yeah, well, sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand"
In this case not so much~

Thank you your majesty. Donger the great is a legend in his own mind. ROFL

Donger, I said it before in this thread, you're not all that. Oh I did not say it in those exact words, but it's true. This emperor is naked. You have a high opinion of yourself and that makes you quite the little insecure creature. Especially when it comes to admitting that there just may be folks out there who might have tested out higher than you in intelligence.

Ask Donger. He will graciously grant you the minutes.

Just before Einstein proved this could happen in the air.

:spock:

I've no doubt that there are people here who are more intelligent than I.

Now, what "own sentence" were you referring to when you wrote this, Frankie?

"You aren't smart enough to catch my using your own sentence (in this very thread) back on yourself. THAT... is a shock!"

"...a person who is obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions..."

That would be me...