Unlike you, pathetic little pimple, I've actually done the War bit without the comfortable safety of any keyboard. The wager's open. Put up or shut up punk.
What's your problem little boy?
A330PYLT "Well now heres the thing on that, see ive never done this type of flying where clearly you have so this gives you a bit of an edge."...? OK, So just exactly WHAT "type of flying" have you EVER done or can even possibly now do that "gives you a bit of an edge" instead that you might better offer to give us all a good round of laughs..."PYLT"? I must admit I'd hoped for some more laughs from you even possibly expounding on your Fantasyland "qualifications" as even some slight joke of a "PYLT"....?
Per your: "I seem to have missed your appearance and or opportunity to meet me face to face."? You've magically somehow "missed" nothing of the sort and you fully know it. What's required there is for you to in your own infantile words "man up" and accept the wager, but you're quite clearly now nothing more than an utter COWARD instead. You fully know you would be shown to the whole world forever on video as just how much of truly pathetic excuse for a "PYLT" you actually are. COWARD is not a word I've ever used lightly, but is fully appropriate where you are concerned. No doubt we could all use some more laughs though, so please do include the phrase "man up" in your future postings, and do make sure to blow a "gentle", "caring" and extra-"sensitive" widdle kiss to all the other pwecious widdle baby boys of your sort at your local gym.
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Per: "cause his retirement day is fast approaching."? I honestly expect that a great many of us would have to be both dead and years laid in the earth before your pathetic sort of "PYLT" could viably challenge us aloft....but do keep mindlessly drooling along on your purely and apparently only actually possible for such as you "keyboard warrior" mode none the less. It sadly seems that all villages have their strange need for at least one designated Idiot.
One thing I've always honestly wondered about that you could perhaps help me out with: What sort of strange fantasies do/even can sad creatures like yourself magically construct when looking into shaving mirrors that even actually allows you further passage into any given day? Do you keep some bizarre sort of "participation trophy" for simply being born close at hand or what?
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