That was awesome except I didn't read any of it.
Cool, then my next post will be about you 
Do I have to read it? It is summer... 
Did you know that krill is an important dietary source for baleen and eubaleen whales?
That's good to know, I'll tell him to stay away from those whales!
Yes I did, seeing as it was the derivative of constant abrasive insults through the 3rd and 4th grades.
Its not a derivative, it is in fact striaght up, rather than a derivative function. I dont see it as abrasive, in and of itself, either, but there might be a difference in delivery between me and 4th graders, I would hope to God that is the case.
Im almost positive you didnt know that there were eubaleen whales though, because I only found out there were because I worked on them, lol. But insults are in the context, not in the words themselves, something you may come to appreciate as you get older. In your shoes, I might have a chuckle that Americans are so inept with anything outside their comfort zone and cant pronounce your name. My father, whose name was 'Raul' spent most of his life with his acquaintances and co-workers never able to pronounce his name (and he died before Raoul Julia became famous and would have ended his misery). You might have a chuckle at me, because I am still incapable of pronouncing my Russian fiancee's name properly, after 4 years of being with her. Its easier for me to pronounce 'Kiril' correctly than it is for me to say 'Olya'. There are many ways to handle such a slight, but for one as young as you and given the size of the difficulty, umbrage might not be the best route.
And to return to your earlier post, if I was to call you 'shrimp' or 'PT' (for PlankTon), THAT would be derivative, not merely repeating the same old saw...
Dosvedanya!
I'd like to teach the whales and shrimp
To live in harmony
I'd like to hold them in my arms
And keep them company 
You bested a 7th grader. This must be a great day for you. Tomorrow you should race a paraplegic.
Can't we all just get along?
I have many uses for the fact that Americans cannot pronounce my name. I use it to weed out telemarketers.
Rrrring!
"Hello?"
"Can I speak to Mrs. Grrr-hrrrr-hhhrrr-urm?"
"Nope, you can't. Bye!"
I pity the poor Mr. Smith who has to talk to those guys daily...
Most paraplegics would whoop my ass in a drag race, Im pretty much toast. The fact that youre in 7th grade, or that you view our exchange as being somehow personal nature is also immaterial. I dont know, nor do I believe I 'bested' anyone, that is an act of volition, IMO.
I am hoping that I can beat a paraplegic soon though, wish me luck. And no, Im not joking, lol.
Well you did point out all of the grammatical differences in my comment. This establishes a field of superiority from my point of view obviously. Congrats. I would say good luck with your race but you have and unfair advantage over the other participant (legs).
It wasnt gramatical, it was an issue of meaning and usage. In knowing what that word means and how it is to be appropriately used, I saw an opportunity to clear up a mispreception that you may have labored under. Not knowing isnt a crime, there is a time where everyone is ignorant of some fact. And, I am superior to you on almost all fields of endeavor, but thats merely a product of age, experience and opportunity, nothing to be proud of.
One day you will superannuate me and all of my older ilk, it is the way of things. Im not sure I would be so thorny about my elders, or about correction, but everyone operates at their own comfort level.
And no, there are many paraplegics that can EASILY whoop my ass in long or short distance running. Or bicycling, canoeing, or whatever other sport strikes their fancy. As a matter of fact, they were doing to disqualify a paraplegic from running sprints because his leglessness was an ADVANTAGE. And that is at the highest level of human endeavor. It would be presumptuous of me (or anyone) to think that because someone labors with a handicap, that they are somehow diminished as a potential opponent. Unless the handicap is age, thats the last respectable prejudice in this country.
Have a great day!
Doesn't anyone have anything to say about the flying cat?
Ok, your ex-roomate was a selfish slut (the one that got the cat), your other roommate chucked it out and like a kitty Cinderella story, got rescued by the Prince with a bowl of sour cream. The End.
What is it with you Russians and sour cream anyhow? Salty fish, pickles and sour cream is NOT a salad, I dont care what anyone says...
And no, there isnt a higher power at work here, unless you view statistics as God. The cat lucked out, the invisible hand of God didnt come down, some matronly Russian woman did. The cat was spared from doing bong hits in a Moscow apartment all its life and may even have avoided being spayed or neutered. But we also dont know if the kitten grew up and the woman and her children no longer wanted it because it wasnt cute anymore.
There is plenty of evidence of another world all around us without cats and sour cream.
"Salty fish, pickles and sour cream is NOT a salad"
No, it isn't. Who tried to feed you this stuff, you poor thing? 
"There is plenty of evidence of another world all around us without cats and sour cream."
Ah, now THIS is something I'd really love you to elaborate on. Would love to know your thoughts on this. One might, of course, argue that the world without cats and sour cream isn't worth living in, but not me. I am a dog person with high cholesterol.
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