You know, Alcoac, you'd think after our fifteen years of friendship, you'd be above elevating a simple jibe for the sake of a laugh into a mud slinging contest where you reveal my sexuality and gender
What do you mean?
Well, how would you like it if I told everyone about the time you climbed on a roof to look at a girl you liked while she was sleeping?
Hm, that would certainly crack the thin facade of pseudo superiority I've carefully erected.
