Kill a cyclist, get community punishment

You were making a vague threat and acting like an Internet hardman

Boobums must be very easily intimidated because, avid reader that I am, I'm revisiting my posts and can't find anything more threatening than the fact that I think you probably smell of wee-wee

Owning a thesaurus doesn't grant some sort of intellectual authority.

Some might argue that it does, unfortunately I don't have a "Software Engineering Degree" so I never got gave one and I just rely on the decaying pulp of cerebral matter between my ear holes to guide my indefatigable verbosity.

Why don't you go home and play with your Ross Kemp replicas hand guns, or watch the "The Business" with Danny Dyer it will make you feel better about yourself.

I knew that neither of these things existed until you posted this. I've a busy schedule of Thesaurus reading otherwise I'd take your recommendations to heart.

Every-time you make one of those pathetic posts you are basically just proving you are nothing more than a thicko bellend that is stalking someone around a forum because you don't like them because they made some drunken posts 6 years ago that might have made fun of one your mates.

No, every time I post one of these posts I'm hawking a big dirty verbal greener into your virtual idiot face, because for more than half a decade now you've managed to be an impressively large wart upon even the semi-erect and gangrenous penis that is this forum. Every syllable that you utter identifies yourself as a prize belm; you're variously attention seeking, rude and unimaginatively dull in how you conduct yourself even when trying to be 'provocative.' It's of absolutely no surprise to me that you've identified yourself as working in Software Engineering as frankly, you have no idea how much you don't know, and sadly, you're not incentivising anyone to teach you either.

When I said you're an amuse douche I meant it because you're about as gratifying as the sound of a dirty kebab evacuating your anus at velocity and flopping onto the porcelain into obscurity.