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Peaches' word is strong as oak. He would never welsh on a bet.
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You drastically overestimate his intellect. If I were he, would I write something like this:

There once was a man named Peaches,
Who had no luck with the beeches,
So he chased after the jocks
And the “chicks” with the cocks,
About clit-dicks there’s much he could teach us. 
 
When his love life hit a dry spell,
His wife’s keys he did propel,
Up onto the roof
Leaving her on the hoof.
Now he’s banned from Taco Bell.
 
This Peaches was very ambitious,
But his wife’s underwear were suspicious,
“Hey there Mister,” said he,
“You got something for MEEEEE!”
Then he left the state with the quickness.

I think not.

I find your trolling amateurish and ineffectual. The failed attempt to be accepted back into ED was like a cry for help. I'm here if you need to talk.

It is kinda awesome.

No, I'll forward the email. Don't even know how to take a screenshot on my phone. I feel like I'm in the middle of amateur hour right now. I feel sad I've lowered myself to this level.

Simple. Send me your email address and ideally we'll need 1 other email to serve as witness, and I'll email y'all the original email along with responses from Clay Travis.

Proof is no fun. But a friendly wager would be fun. How about it? I'll name the terms.

I've been here all along, friends. When there was only one set of footprints in the sand I was riding Pivey's mom.

Pivey just came off a two-week bath strike because he couldn't find his rubber ducky.